My friend came back from India yesterday and guess what she brought for me?... Jantikalu and Chiwda made by my mom. I have been craving for them since a long time....may be 2 and half years.
Sitting on my recliner and eating those jantikalu...I feel so nostalgic. Sooo many memories are associated with them.
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When we were kids, mom used to make them quite frequently. Me and my bro used to finish them off as soon as she made them. It was so much fun...playing with the different shapes of jantikalu...wearing them as finger rings or blowing them as cigars. Reminds me of a rainy day in Nagpur... our house in Ramnagar...and we as kids eating as many jantikalu as we could!
Then, during my MBBS days, mom used to send me a packing of jantikalu and chiwda every month. My friends used to like them a lot. Some specially used to come to my room to have them. Ahh! My hostel room! I miss the hostel so much ( Although I used to grudge about the place when I was there!). Akanksha used to love Jantikalu a lot! And Deepti... she used to love the cashews in my chiwda. She was a chatterbox of our batch and one of my close friends. She used to involve me in her talks and eat away all the cashews in my chiwda! We used to mix chiwda, murmure, some onions and tomatoes all together with some tomato kechup and some sev on the top. It was a favourite snack for me, Manjiri and Deepti! And today when I'm eating this without them, I'm missing my friends so much! Reminds me of an evening in my hostel room... me and my friends... jantikalu and chiwda... tea on the stove and a lot of things to talk about!
It's strange how some things are so closely linked to some sweet memories. And... as and when we come across those things, the memories are back... making us nostalgic! And all we can do is... just smile with some wet eyes...wishing...how wonderful it would be to live back those moments again!
Sitting on my recliner and eating those jantikalu...I feel so nostalgic. Sooo many memories are associated with them.
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Then, during my MBBS days, mom used to send me a packing of jantikalu and chiwda every month. My friends used to like them a lot. Some specially used to come to my room to have them. Ahh! My hostel room! I miss the hostel so much ( Although I used to grudge about the place when I was there!). Akanksha used to love Jantikalu a lot! And Deepti... she used to love the cashews in my chiwda. She was a chatterbox of our batch and one of my close friends. She used to involve me in her talks and eat away all the cashews in my chiwda! We used to mix chiwda, murmure, some onions and tomatoes all together with some tomato kechup and some sev on the top. It was a favourite snack for me, Manjiri and Deepti! And today when I'm eating this without them, I'm missing my friends so much! Reminds me of an evening in my hostel room... me and my friends... jantikalu and chiwda... tea on the stove and a lot of things to talk about!
It's strange how some things are so closely linked to some sweet memories. And... as and when we come across those things, the memories are back... making us nostalgic! And all we can do is... just smile with some wet eyes...wishing...how wonderful it would be to live back those moments again!
