Not a Food Story - A love story

The story you are going to read is not light-hearted, it has drama, action broken relationships, and a lot of emotions.

It all started at the beginning of high school, I entered a bizarre location, Somaiya University, it has one of the biggest campuses in India but, you can’t find non-veg within a radius of 2 km of the place, it was like a desert for hardcore non-veg eater like me. I had lost all hope when one day I entered the engineering canteen. And it was there… I knew it was love at first smell, there it was.

For a few days, I hesitated to order it, I was very scared of trying new things, but one day I collected all my courage went to the counter, and said, “One white sauce pasta please.” In a few minutes there it was, in front of me, nothing was between us anymore, and in the first bite I took, I knew, it was the one, the tastiest thing in the world. The texture was just perfect which just melts in the mouth, and the sauce, it was just so creamy. In a few days, I was addicted to it, I used to eat it every day and spent all my savings on it, I knew it was worth it, I knew it wasn’t there with me just for the money. We had a connection we both knew that.

Love isn’t easy, it always has obstacles in the way, for us it was my best friend Ninad. Or should I as my arch-enemy Ninad. Just once I gave him one bite from my plate, and he told me he didn’t want more but I knew he did. Along with Ninad my other friends also loved it, but Ninad was addicted to it in a moment. First, we started by sharing but both of us wanted more than we ordered separately but that wasn’t enough either. In a few days the table where we all used to hang out and play games turned into a battleground. Things became so bad that I couldn’t even look away for a second if I did the pasta would be gone. A lot of water fights and pranks happened because of pasta. Some people will say that pasta came in between all of our friendships but I disagree, they came in between me and my precious. 

All this ended when the world was about to end, a pandemic. Everyone was locked inside their homes, pasta and I couldn’t see each other anymore. I needed it so much. That’s when I decided it was finally time for it to meet my parents. Everyone loved it at home, especially my brother, who was addicted to it. I couldn’t fight with my brother. Both Pasta and I knew that we had to share it with my brother we had no other option, but it was ok at least we got to meet each other.

But then, March 27, 2020, was the last time we saw each other. I moved 1500km away from home. I thought we would still get to see each other but I was wrong. Here in Banglore, I keep craving my pasta but it’s impossible to meet it here.

I just want to say,” Dear Pasta, it's been 3 months, I don’t know when we will meet again but I promise we will. This is not the end. There was something special between us. I promise we will meet again. I miss you so much and I love you so much my precious”