Sitting at a neighborhood eatery on a rainy afternoon, I overheard three people on adjoining table, discussing what they will cook for dinner tonight. They had just ordered a plate of Chicken 65, onion Samosas, Gheepodi dosa and four cups of filter coffee. For a laid back city, Hyderabad takes its food quite seriously. Famous for its Biryani, which is undoubtedly the best I’ve ever had in India, the city has much more to offer when it comes to food.
The relationship has been strange. It’s like how you have it with your parents. You don’t really have a choice there. You never actually think if you love them or not, until a point where you have to leave them and you realize how invaluable it was, throughout. It doesn’t matter to me if Hyderabad is a part of Telangana or Andhra Pradesh. It’s like when your sister gets married and changes her surname. You know she will always be that sister you still fight with, for a scoop of ice-cream or the TV remote.