My Journey 

The cogent relationship that I have with food has come from the concept of sharing it. I was born in Muzaffarpur in Bihar and grew up in a neighbourhood with residents from myriad cultures. We were all very connected. If a special dish was made at our home or theirs, we would share portions with each other. Every single day, my mother used to pack food in Dabbas (Indian style tiffin boxes) which were sent to our neighbours. The best feeling was when those tiffin boxes were returned. I eagerly waited for that moment, as they were never empty.

 

The only time I think I have not been able to muster up a palate for food is when I was in college in Delhi. Hostel meals are infamous for their insipid taste. The most indulgent of the dishes like kheer would turn out to be watery. That is when I set out to explore the lanes of Delhi for affordable street food. By 2011, I had a job and a new life in this big city. I also had a hobby. It was to roam around the city looking for the best street food and blog about it.

 

Here is a timeline of how it the journey progressed after that: