that bowl of halwa

memories while cooking halwa

photo by Author

Today I cooked something which reminded me of home, the same aroma when my mother would cook this halwa, it’s been years since I have eaten this.

So today I took out that packet kept in the drawer and searched the recipe in my food blog, without following any measurement I cooked it to drink in those memories again — the beginning of winters in North India, those postcards which family keeps sending from home and my own festival nostalgia.

I churned it all in the halwa and now that bowl is in the kitchen radiating warmth. Now I know when the family is back home they will know I don’t survive on endless cups of coffee and words, some days I walk in the kitchen and cook those memories nestled somewhere.

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