Bhonda Memories

Yesterday, when I was rushing back home, I bumped into a delicatessen, the oily Bhajji blended with the mint chutney, tantalized my olfactive senses. I had no time to spare so had to advance. But as I continued rushing, I pondered my mind to recollect when was the last time I had a Bhajji or my favorite Alu Bhonda. During my school days, my grandmom made alu bhonda for my birthday every year. In the name of assisting her, I used to gulp few alu balls. Though I was not able to recollect when I had those alu balls, the delicious tastes lingers in my mouth even now as I recall.


Looking back now, I miss those days. I didn't know what pizza or burger was, had near heard of appetizer or starter or desserts, never used the word “course”, it was just first round sambhar, second round rasam and third round curd rice. Not that I have stopped eating my authentic food. 80% of my meal is still authentic, but slowly the percentage is decreasing.

In this programmed world, I have adapted to the routine. But, When I smelt the Bhajji, I had a strange feeling. A feeling similar to the moments I recollect with friends in college/school. Though I am in contact with them, there is a something that I miss. May be my room, the hostel or the whole atmosphere. A shallow pain.