I am a woman in my early thirties who had been wandering through life for quite sometime. From as early as I can remember, I have known myself to be a quirky, conventional yet rebellious girl. If someone told me to do something just because I was supposed to do it as a girl, rest assured it was never done. And then, I had this love for places. My dad had a transferable job which made us pack our belongings every three years and move to new places. I do not remember myself ever, shying away from moving out of a city because my excitement to experience something new always overshadowed my reluctance to change friends. It also helped that I was closer to my parents than I was to most people and for me they were all I needed around.
I did miss being a childhood friend to someone.. the kind of friend you know since nursery. I have lost one of my best friends to inability of maintaining contact during days when not every household had a telephone line.
Still, no complaints whatsoever.
I knew early on that I love to travel and why not? My parents are the ones who are still more enthusiastic about traveling than any 70 year old couple I know of. They were the ones who made me aware of India's amazing history, made me love green fields, taught me how to climb hills and to walk along narrow lanes. They taught me how to appreciate local food, culture and people. Thanks to them, I am not fussy about bottled water or AC and can sleep in a roomful of people chattering away.
I didn't learn how to cook officially, ever. My first experiments in kitchen were with leftovers. Probably that's the reason I hate to waste any food. Recycling in kitchen is my mantra. During school holidays, I would just randomly mix vegetables, some lemon, some sev and some some scrambled egg to make awesomely tasty fillings for my sandwiches. Ah.. those were the days.
I hated going in kitchen while my mother was around. I do not venture into her territory even now as I love food cooked by her. True experiments with food happened when my mom was not around for a few months. I realized I not only loved cooking, I loved feeding people. And thus started my journey of a foodie/ cook.
Over the years, I realized cooking is a stress busting activity for me. I visit new places, try new cuisines and meet new people. These are the things that make me happy.. any day. So here I am, trying to share with you stories of my travels, some anecdotes, some incidents, some food episodes.. all witness of my true love - Travel and Food. That's who I am.
I did miss being a childhood friend to someone.. the kind of friend you know since nursery. I have lost one of my best friends to inability of maintaining contact during days when not every household had a telephone line.
Still, no complaints whatsoever.
I knew early on that I love to travel and why not? My parents are the ones who are still more enthusiastic about traveling than any 70 year old couple I know of. They were the ones who made me aware of India's amazing history, made me love green fields, taught me how to climb hills and to walk along narrow lanes. They taught me how to appreciate local food, culture and people. Thanks to them, I am not fussy about bottled water or AC and can sleep in a roomful of people chattering away.
I didn't learn how to cook officially, ever. My first experiments in kitchen were with leftovers. Probably that's the reason I hate to waste any food. Recycling in kitchen is my mantra. During school holidays, I would just randomly mix vegetables, some lemon, some sev and some some scrambled egg to make awesomely tasty fillings for my sandwiches. Ah.. those were the days.
I hated going in kitchen while my mother was around. I do not venture into her territory even now as I love food cooked by her. True experiments with food happened when my mom was not around for a few months. I realized I not only loved cooking, I loved feeding people. And thus started my journey of a foodie/ cook.
Over the years, I realized cooking is a stress busting activity for me. I visit new places, try new cuisines and meet new people. These are the things that make me happy.. any day. So here I am, trying to share with you stories of my travels, some anecdotes, some incidents, some food episodes.. all witness of my true love - Travel and Food. That's who I am.
