Soul food for the soul……….
The Culinary Compass of My Soul
When moods run wild and nothing makes much sense,
When people talk and logic takes a nap —
I seek no couch, no lecture, no suspense —
Just dal with ghee or curd with mango pap.
No spreadsheet heals the ache of broken trust,
But soft idlis might bring my heart some cheer.
For joy, a samosa’s always a must,
And rasam (a.k.a desi soup) — ah! — makes all the clouds clear.
So let the world debate the wellness hack,
My soul prefers a warm, well-seasoned plate.
Mood swings be gone with Nespro coffee black,
Or sweet sheera served late — but worth the wait.
Because sometimes, healing isn’t a quote —
It’s just rice with rasam, in a silver boat.
Confession Time: My Mood Has a Full-Fledged Menu
I don’t keep a journal of emotions.
I keep a mental tiffin box:
- Slightly irritated? Masala chai with extra ginger
- Mildly heartbroken? Steamed rice + rasam + extra ghee
- Irrationally angry? Hot samosa. Immediately.
- Confused? One bowl of curd rice and the problem will answer itself.
- Celebrating something? Gulab jamun. Even if it’s just Wednesday.
Therapy, But Make It Tasty
Some people go for expensive spa treatments.
I steam idlis.
Others drown in books on emotional healing.
I drown my roti in yellow dal with coriander on top.
And when all else fails, I call for my ultimate, full-body, emotionally-approved, grandma-certified solution:
Rasam.
There’s something about it — that tang, that warmth, that nostalgic little kick — it resets my entire nervous system.
Honestly, even Loki wags more vigorously when rasam’s cooking.
Loki & the Bunnies: The Culinary Panel
Loki:
He knows my moods by sniff level. When rasam simmers, he camps in the kitchen like a watchdog on mental health duty.
(He once tried to lick a spilled spoon. The spiritual connection is real.)
The Bunnies:
Firm believers in chewing your feelings slowly.
They thrive on crunch therapy.
They don’t do rasam — but they fully support its emotional mission from a leafy corner.
Food vs Feelings: A Few Realisations
- People may disappoint you. But bhindi fry never ghosts.
- Deadlines may stress you out. But a perfectly puffed poori will forgive you.
- Long day? Roti + butter = emotional closure.
Fancy Food? Not My Mood.
Look, I respect molecular gastronomy.
But when I’m low, I don’t want mousse that’s been “air-kissed by cinnamon vapour.”
I want thick daal.
I want pickles with attitude.
I want curd rice that loves me back.
My food for thought closing Musings:
So here’s to all of us who measure emotional growth not by self-help books, but by how quickly we can rustle up upma under pressure.
To those who’ve faced heartbreak but healed with a hot cup of haldi doodh and good lighting.
To those who know that real peace is not a place… it’s a plate.
And if anyone ever says “Food isn’t therapy…”
Just hand them a bowl of rasam.
And wait.
They’ll understand.
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Wickedlyours 
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