MY LESS KNOWN AFFAIRS…
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What do affairs bring up in your life? I believe affairs spice up life and each one has its own unique taste and has its own distinct place. Taste is an accompaniment of place without a taste, the place is nothing and without the place, I cannot imagine taste either. When I sum up each taste with its place, the resultant is nothing but a kind of relationship which is merely hard to explain in the so-called human language. Every affair takes a part of us and that part neither be replaced nor be exchanged. The only thing that can be done is to cherish that moment forever. For me affairs are like my favorite food each time I recall about its heart-melting taste, its aroma I feel altogether in different unknown worlds to find myself.
Kolkata (One-sided love)
Kolkata was always a near place to visit anytime, but it failed miserably to be a dear one. As often we take for granted which is more tangible and underrate its value. I used to complain that I never had time to explore the city, although the distance was never the issue. When out of the blue I was closed to the city, I realized I was already in love but one-sided.
Its MUTTON BIRIYANI can measure my inclination for Kolkata from ARSALAN. The delicate perfectly cooked mutton with long grain basmati rice complement each other and the boiled potato differentiates it from all other biryanis across the country #BengalBiriyani. I have a weird habit of eating biryani by spoon. Then I really wonder what can be the more satisfying utilization of “HAND” 😜other than eating biryani. Can you ever have tasted such mutton which can instantly melt in the mouth? Because I had. I fell for Kolkata for every bit. The city seems old, but it has always a tendency to embrace the new.
Reliving the taste of most favorite food is another form of life and I believe taste always lives in mind.
Darjeeling (My Crush)
The difference between one-sided love and crush is that crush is always unaffordable and unavoidable. Once upon a time, I had time to be intimate with my crush by bunking my classes. When I reached, the cold in its air was unavoidable and its rains I could not afford. The strange combination of winter and rain I had not to admire until I got a plate of MOMO with green and red chutney from a street food stall. When I dipped the momo in that chutney by one hand in those rains holding an umbrella by another, I fell in love with the taste of that place. The smell of rain with a chilly wind and a spicy, perfect plate of momo. What more I can ask. Do you think momo can be such appetizing that we all five people could not have dinner after that? People say, “To remember the taste of the food they mostly skip their next meal”. and trust me, I can not forget the taste till now. Sometimes I think how such a perfect combination can exist in this imperfect world, although I never believe in idealism. But at the same place, I had the worst combination called Thupka a dish of chow mien in vegetable soup.
I close my eyes to all the terrible qualities of my crush because sometimes even the worst thing can make us happy.
A short video of the Darjeeling trip…
Courtesy: Tanuj Mandal
Dhanbad (My Ex)
It is the town known for nothing but only coal, I would like to address it as my ex. Once upon a time, we were in a relationship but geographically induced break up couldn’t make it. I know somewhere despite the break up still; it has a special rare place in my heart and in my soul. My affection will always be undivided for the taste of Dhanbad. When I was in Dhanbad, I never accepted it whole. There are always some things I don’t like about my ex, like LITICHOKHA of Dhanbad. I have never tasted it but still dislike it. But I remember how each time I announce in my room that I will have TIWARI MUTTON instead of eating that sick mess food. When the first-ever time I had mutton from this place, I realized mutton can be tasty in the restaurant. because mutton is not only my favorite dish but also the zeal of life and I can not afford its respect to be compromised.
Odisha (My mayka)
The place where I was born and brought up can not be neglected anyhow. For me, DALMA can not be replaced by any other means, and nowadays my healthy diet can not be imagined without this delicious dish. I cannot forget the desert from my homeland, which is CHENAPODA. Every time with each bite I discover a smooth different texture associated with a peaceful taste for which reality ends and dream begins.
Banaras (One-Night Stand)
Some stories are left unsaid and my romance with the streets of Banaras in those lonely rainy nights only can be mesmerized. I still remember every time I was having RABDI and the pahalwan uncle used to give me a little more. Within 2 months I turned out to be a daily customer. Each time when he served RABDI in kulhad and in the meantime, I was wondering by looking at his shop PAHALWAN LASSI BHANDAR where another pahalwan uncle was busy in making rabdi by rigorous churning butter in a crock. The sweetness of rabdi depicts not only the extensive history of the old city somewhere, it says the legacy of the shop from the 1950s. The rabdi is beyond taste and soothe the soul. After completing my task I used to come to this place which is on a triangular Chowk straight from BHU.
Mumbai (My boyfriend)
I have been staying in Mumbai for the last six months. Being a person who has faith in love, still, sometimes I find it difficult to love this city. Mumbai is hard to love, maybe. Mumbai is an unknown land and I don’t have any option other than exploring as it is supposed to be my current boyfriend. Expectation from Mumbai for excellent food was never a magnificent idea. The one and only snack Mumbaikars can have in their breakfast to dinner is Vada pav what I don’t like. But I love the DUM GOSHT BIRIYANI from BEHROUZ where succulent pieces of mutton laid on a bed of long-grain rice. On my every salary day I never forget to treat myself this biriyani as it is my prized possession as well as my guilty pleasure. I can’t stay away from this dish much, although I know addiction can spoil any relationship. My status with Mumbai is complicated, but my choice for Dum gosht biriyani is as simple as its raita without which I cannot imagine its taste. Mumbai for me is like on and off relationship with which everyone is familiar.
Food makes me feel the adrenalin rush in my brain and it can not be wrong to say it is my happy hormone.
In life, people come and go, and my relationship with each one of them is unique. Sometimes I like specific qualities of specific people like THEKUA from Bihar. Each affair is different and difficult to explain, but somehow I put words together. When I have my favorite food, I close my eyes and that’s the way to know my love for them as it is rightly said “Love only can be felt with closed eyes”. To feel the feeling of love I am exploring again and again and establishing affairs with the taste of the place and searching for love at first sight. It’s your time to recall what are your less known affairs?