10 days, 10 feels
I took my annual pilgrimage trip back home. The funny thing is, every time I’m here, it never goes the way I planned it to in my head. As much as I’d wanted to go out and explore my own city, which seems to recede from my memory, I also don’t feel like getting out once I’m here. However, this time around, I did manage to do as much as I could, whether it was exploring the city or myself in it. Day 1 I’m habituated to making thick milkshakes that keep me full until midday, and I didn’t want to stop just cause I was here. But as much as I wanted to keep up with my banana-oat-peanut butter with soy milk habit, I found myself veering off of it 3-4 days later. I made some of it for my brother, though, and he seemed to like it. [Update: I visited home 8 months later to find this has become a thing now. I’m so proud] When I’m home, I tend to ingest more dairy than I usually do. How the fuck can I say no to my mother’s shahi paneer or paneer bhurji or masala chai? And it doesn’t s...