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2454: Tiny Packs, Giant Memories


I took an aeroplane ride today. Sky high, far above the visible skies, literally. That too an international ride after such a long time.

My tiny tots and I grew up together enjoying simple home-cooked dishes filled with endless variety. Sandwich making at home was one such celebration. Back then, the house was always full of people. There were minimum two or three maids around, neighbours walking in and out, plates constantly being shared, and food naturally prepared in abundance. Sandwiches were never made for just one or two people. It was always an event.

It has now been a complete year of sandwich break for me after my duo flew away.

The other day, while speaking to my beloved son, I told him that I really did not wish to buy those bulky cheese and butter packs anymore. They would simply become permanent refrigerator assets with no takers at home now. He casually suggested buying them anyway since their expiry dates usually stretch long enough.

I still was not convinced.

I searched online for smaller packs but found none. Yesterday, while visiting a nearby shop, I hesitantly asked for just a couple of cheese cubes to begin with. Thankfully, the shopkeeper agreed. Then softly, almost with embarrassment, I asked if he had tiny butter packs too.

And there they were.

The moment I saw them, I was in tears.

I had last met those tiny butter packs years ago during my first flight to America. Yesterday, they quietly reappeared in front of me at a small local shop.

Life suddenly felt very simple.

Today, when I finally made my sandwiches again, the chef in me came out wholeheartedly. And with the very first bite, I directly reached that aeroplane once again.

I cannot fully express what I experienced during that tiny meal today. It carried taste, memories, togetherness, absence, gratitude, and longing all at once. I missed my duo badly while eating.

But somewhere, it also reminded me of the incredible richness and variety hidden within simple home-cooked food. After an entire year, it was finally my sandwich’s turn again.

And honestly, the journey is beautiful.

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