An ode to my first love Rajma RiceRashi Bhargava
Love is in the air. I can’t help reflecting on my love for Rajma Rice today😉. I am a complex human and my love for Rajma Rice is legendary ever since I first tasted Rajma Rice from a small shop in Nehru Place. The shop is no more but my love for Rajma Rice has survived 38 years.
My dad introduced me to this delicious, mouth-watering gastronomical delight. It was an everyday affair, having half a plate of Rajma Rice on way to my junior school DPS East of Kailash. As a growing kid who walked more than 20k steps in a day, my appetite was enormous😊 Mom’s tiffin was woefully in adequate for my killer 12-15hours grind and travel in public transport.
We humans eat when we are happy, bored, sad, depressed, lonely, or stressed. And I eat Rajma Rice when I am bored, sad, depressed, lonely, stressed, happy, in a mood for celebration… I don’t need any reasons to eat Rajma Rice 😉
Do I eat Rajma Rice to live or live to eat? I don’t know 😊 My deep connection and love with Rajma Rice is legitimate and is multi-faceted, it is alluring, irrestible and incites pleasure. I just love Rajma Rice, I love everything about it, and will continue to do that forever and ever. Rajma Rice is obsessive, possessive and will stay with me forever.
I know I am sounding abnormal, and the love affair of mine looks unhealthy. But trust me, I am happier when I am around Rajma Rice. When I am eating Rajma Rice, I don’t suffer from a bout of sadness or experience anxiety issues 😊
A big shout out to my aunts, cousins, friends, especially the Punju friends who have treated me to scrumptious Rajma Rice meals. Thank you for supporting my first love 😊