Wednesday, 15 October 2025

THE FOODS THAT JOURNEY WITH ME

 



 

“To pack one’s own food is to pack a little discipline, a little memory, and a lot of love.”

Every journey begins with a simple ritual — slipping a water bottle into my bag. It’s the first companion I trust, an unspoken assurance against fatigue and thirst. Then come the biscuits, crisp and light, along with a couple of fresh fruits, enough to tide over hunger between stations and stops. These modest travellers’ foods have a quiet wisdom — they nourish without fuss, ask for no preparation, and remind you that simplicity is a kind of abundance.

When a journey spans meal hours, I instinctively turn towards home-cooked tiffin, never the heavy comfort of rice. Before leaving home, I pack food that carries the fragrance of my kitchen — warm, reassuring, and unmistakably mine. On the way back, I surrender to what the road offers — a tea stall’s humble snack, a restaurant’s quick thali, or even the silence of an empty stomach soothed by water and patience.

My tiffin choices are humble but heartfelt — idlis dressed in dosa milagai podi, that fiery blend of roasted pulses and red chillies mellowed by a touch of ghee or oil. Sometimes, it’s dosa, adai, or chapathis neatly folded and wrapped with care. On days when the batter has run out or the dough isn’t ready, uppma steps in — soft, sustaining, and forgiving — the traveller’s last-minute ally.

Carrying one’s own food is more than convenience; it is a quiet statement of trust and discipline. It ensures hygiene and health, yes, but also preserves the intimate comfort of our own taste — the particular blend of spice, the sparing use of oil, the familiar brands of ingredients that our bodies know and respond to.

In a world where fast food and faster lives rule the road, packing your meal is almost an act of mindfulness. It saves not just money, but waste — of food, time, and health. It teaches restraint, self-care, and gratitude for what we have cooked with our own hands.

To carry one’s own food is, in truth, to carry a piece of home — folded in foil, fragrant with memory, and seasoned with care.

    

 


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THE FOODS THAT JOURNEY WITH ME

    “To pack one’s own food is to pack a little discipline, a little memory, and a lot of love.” Every journey begins with a simple ritual —...