About

Roots of My Culinary Passion

Picture this: a five-year-old me standing on tiptoes, rolling rotis and puris like a tiny dough master. My mom’s kitchen was my culinary playground, where I learned the art of cooking through playful experimentation. I absorbed cooking spells (skills) and potion-making tips (recipes) that transformed me from a curious observer into a food enthusiast. Who knew that those early days of dodging flour clouds would ignite a lifelong passion for cooking?

My Travel Story

At three, I didn’t just learn to walk—I learned to wander. My father’s adventurous spirit packed us off to Bhutan, the Himalayan kingdom where happiness is the national sport. Wandering through stunning monasteries and vibrant festivals, my travel bug bit hard. We didn’t stop there. Nope. We crisscrossed the Northeast, North, and East India, turning every trip into a culinary and cultural treasure hunt. Each journey added a new flavor to my growing love for India’s diverse cuisine.

Whispers of the Past: A Journey Through Time and India

Fast forward to now, and travel is still my jam—but now it’s a family affair. My wife, daughter, and I have turned “adventures across India” into our weekend hobby. From Rajasthan’s majestic forts to Kerala’s serene backwaters, and from Gujarat’s vibrant markets to Goa’s coastal flavors, every trip is like a Bollywood movie—full of drama, color, and mouth-watering food scenes. We’ve also soaked in the spiritual vibes of Madurai and the cultural richness of Kolkata.

Our travels have only made us fall more in love with India, and sharing these experiences fuels my passion like a never-ending buffet. And who could forget those epic train journeys? Packing food, discovering new places, and devouring piping hot samosas at stations like Siliguri—those early adventures were the spark that lit my wanderlust.