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Bon Appetit

Bon Appetit 

The smell of ‘Butter Naan and Paneer Butter Masala’, lifted my spirits. Just when I thought of taking the first bite, a hand stopped me. ‘Wait! Let’s take a picture, tag the restaurant’s location and post it on Facebook’, told my friend. It was a long time since I caught up with my school mates. It reminded me of the school lunch break, where nobody minded thrusting at least three hands in each other’s tiffin box. It never mattered if it was Biriyani or just curd rice. The joy of sharing and fighting for food, was all that mattered.

Now, I’m sitting here with the same people and yet, they seem different. I missed those days where nobody waited a second to start eating after the tiffin box was opened. But now, I’m patiently waiting for my friend to take the picture of our meal, choose the right filter and post it online with a thousand hashtags.

Finally, after we started eating, my friend remarked that this meal was no match to the ones that we brought to school. We started talking about the signature dishes of our Mothers. The softest Chapatti, spiciest Chutney, crispy Appalam and the all-rounder Biriyani. Though they left our school benches with a complete mess, it left our taste buds with complete satisfaction. My friend took her phone again and changed her caption to ‘A restaurant can’t replace a classroom’.


I realised that food isn’t just about eating but bringing friends together. I left with a light heart and a big smile!

Comments

  1. Lead Yourself Academy16 July 2017 at 11:44

    I could feel your appetite for penning your thoughts! The uniqueness of your post lies in the brevity of your expressions. I liked the way you described the dishes! Great Job!

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  2. Unknown16 July 2017 at 20:55

    These "small accomplishments" of yours has "trapped my soul" in your "time machine". Thanks for bringing me back to the hashtag world with a sumptuous meal.

    Left me drooling.

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  3. Unknown17 July 2017 at 09:42

    Hi Archanaa your writing role back to our school day
    Its a great gift to admire the happening s in our walks of life
    Keep it up

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  4. Padma21 July 2017 at 09:22

    Nostalgic. Proved writing too can be so delicious. Keep writing, dear.

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  5. Unknown30 July 2017 at 08:54

    Archana, you have painted a classroom lunch scene so well with a lunch box and many hands sharing in. As a teacher I have seen how much of fun, frolics, relief and seriousness make up those golden moments.

    There are a many a times I have witnessed empty lunch boxes moving around prior to lunch periods !!

    Archana, you are becoming a writer of delights. Keep it up.

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