The Train Journey Pulao That Tastes Like Friendship
I had once written about my amma’s version of Pulao , the kind that tastes like childhood, comfort, and Sunday afternoons at home. [You can find it in the blog under Archives -> September 2025 ^_^] But this one? This one tastes like friendship. This is not just a pulao recipe to me. It is a memory wrapped inside a train journey, a wedding in Odisha, late-night conversations, fearless friendships, and the kind of laughter that only happens when you travel with someone who knows your soul a little too well. The friend I’m talking about is also the same friend who slowly brought me closer to Lord Krishna in her own way. Some people enter your life loudly. Some quietly change it forever. She belongs to the second category. This was before her marriage. Her family had already left ahead for her cousin’s wedding in Odisha, and we had planned to travel together later by train from Hyderabad. I went to her place the previous evening, stayed over, and we both woke up ridiculously early...