The Jar We Weren’t Allowed to Touch
There was a jar in my grandmother’s kitchen that sat like a throne on the highest shelf. Wide-mouthed, glass-bodied, and…
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Why Every Spice Box Has That One Unknown Slot
Everyone has a character in their life who defies logic, routine, and sometimes gravity. For me, that person was Mr.…
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The Bag That Always Had Two Bananas and One Mystery
Everyone has a character in their life who defies logic, routine, and sometimes gravity. For me, that person was Mr.…
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When a Dabba Becomes a Love Letter
I used to think my mother was writing me letters every day. Not with a pen, but with a steel…
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Why We Never Threw Away Biscuit Tins
The label said “Assorted Biscuits.” The artwork showed butter cookies, jam-filled rounds, and something suspiciously resembling a Danish pretzel. But…
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The Plastic Lid That Never Fit but We Kept Anyway
Every kitchen has its misfits — the odd spoon, the chipped bowl, the tin that once held sweets and now…
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Lunch Bags That Smelled Like Yesterday’s Sabzi
Long before meal prep became an aesthetic or insulated tiffins had locking mechanisms tighter than airport security, there were soft,…
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The Spoon That Lived in the Salt Jar
It wasn’t fancy. Not silver or brass. Just a small, slightly bent steel spoon — the kind that never matched…
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Mealtime Isn’t Complete Without a Pickle Debate
You can serve the softest rotis, the fluffiest rice, the most lovingly spiced sabzi — but in many Indian homes,…
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Why Rice Always Wins in South Indian Homes
You can flirt with wheat. Stack chapatis with pride. Even get experimental with millets or oats. But in most South…