my nani

we know that food is love, but do we ever stop and think who taught us that beautiful expression in the first place? for me, the teacher was and always will be my nani. every summer growing up, my mom would bring my brother and i to new delhi for a few months. we didn’t have many friends, didn’t really care about indian food yet and mostly sat around playing with the family dog - before we grew up and just complained about the heat. all the basics.

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