FIRST LOVE

I lived to eat. So much so, that at times, I would only get up from the bed in the morning, if I get an aromatic whiff of food like one of our famous mythological characters. Being an introvert I would only agree to go to parties, if the food served was better than good. And then I would be busy trying all the dishes till my family would grasp my hand to take me back home.

To invite me at their homes, my aunts will cook my favourite dishes and I would easily gobble down plates after plates of my favourite snack. All our family and friends would get me famous delicacy of the city they would visit. As if my existence was only known through food.

Along the line, I fell sick, and all the food I used to live for, stopped suiting me. I resisted it with all my might. But what has to be, will be. And here I am, after struggling for years and finally understanding that life can still be enjoyed and be beautiful, if I eat to live rather than my old motto. It took me long time to believe, that Life is always beautiful with or without your indulgences.