19/04/2026
There are some breakfasts that do more than just fill your stomach… they quietly fill a part of your heart too.
After what felt like ages, I made poori and potato masala on a Sunday morning, and with the very first batch of hot, puffed pooris, I was no longer just in my kitchen — I was home in my memories. Back home, Sunday mornings often meant Amma making hot pooris and potato masala, and somehow that simple plate carries so much comfort, love, and nostalgia.
Maybe today, I missed home a little extra. With family gathered back in our hometown for a function this weekend, the distance felt more real. More than me, I kept thinking about Aadhu too… how he might have missed a little time with his cousins, the laughter, the chaos, the togetherness. But life has its own reasons, and maybe every season comes with its own meaning.
So today, food became therapy in the most beautiful way. Hot pooris, comforting masala, long phone calls with family, and a heartwarming conversation with my brother that went in all directions — with, of course, a generous share of Vijay fan moments and TN elections.
And just like that, the weekend ended on a full-hearted note — with great food, great conversations, and the kind of joy that slowly finds its way back home.