My love-hate relationship with Food: From Buffets to Bloating

Thu, 26 Mar 2026 06:07:32 +0000

A few days back, I went out for dinner with an enthusiastic group of Generation Z students. It was a late dinner by my usual standard. The standard order comprised a chocolate shake, sizzler, butter naan, dal makhani, malai kofta, and brownie with ice cream and jalebi for dessert. I was devastated! It was not because I was paying the bill, but because I was the only one at the table softly requesting the manager if they served tava chapati. When was the last time I could digest an Oreo shake, noodles, and butter naan simultaneously? I don't think even my taste buds retain any memory of such a sort. My relationship with food, like all my other relationships, has evolved. We have come a long way. I thought of reflecting on this relationship, hoping that many of you would relate to my experience. One of the major purposes of writing, after all—or for that matter any form of art—is to express not just for yourself, but for those around you, too.