Pizza: Love Wrapped in Cheese
Pizza, for me, is love wrapped in veggies and cheese on an unhealthy maida base. Okay, okay. I’m not trying to ruin it for anyone. That “unhealthy” word isn’t even mine. It belongs to my husband. Sangat ka asar, what to do. 😄 But love? That part is 100% mine. My parents were never pizza or pasta people. Our food world was very clearly South Indian. Eating out meant meals or tiffins, always. Pizza was not even on the radar. Until Pune happened. One of my mom’s younger brothers was working in Pune, and a few years later, during our summer holidays, my mom, sister and I went to visit them. I was in 5th standard, and that trip felt huge. A new city. A long journey. A whole new world waiting. That vacation is stitched together in my memory with tiny scenes. My sister, cousin and I fighting over UNO cards, crying like our lives depended on it. Today, we’re all working, settled, adults with real problems… and honestly, if we rewind those card games now, we’d probably laugh at how serio...