Arre yaar, this morning I saw a mother begging her son to finish the last bite of his paratha, and I thought of my own nani who used to say — "beta, roti me hi sab kuch hai, baaki waste." That’s my only rule for the school canteen too: teach the kids that food is not a toy, bas. Why make a big menu with fancy wraps when a simple aloo paratha with butter teaches you what’s enough in life?

Every Sunday I wake up before the metro starts, wipe the tawa clean, and put the race on my old phone—somehow Ferrari always finds a way to burn the ghee on the same spot, yaar. Last week my aloo paratha came out perfect, but the car? Same old story: pit stop like the health inspector’s surprise visit, everything goes to waste. Still, bas, I keep the radio on Kishore Kumar and tell my regulars—next week, next week.