There's a boy who likes to feed people.
He feeds those who are in need of nutrition, in need of learning to eat, in need of nourishment, in need of gentle loving and in that healing. He feeds anyone who shows up at his doorstep. There's always warm rice, hot daal, all kinds of vegetables. And mutton for those who like their meat.
For me, it's mostly daal-bhat and vegetables. And ever since I first stepped into the boy's kitchen, I have been going back for second helpings. Several. This is the daal-bhat I want to always get to eat. I don't even mind being put on this earth again if I get to eat the boy's cooking again. And again.
And again.
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