A few years ago, I was packing my bags for starting a completely new phase of my life. I was moving to a new city for further education. I was very scared, hailing from a typical joint Jain family, where I was not allowed to go anywhere after 9 o'clock, I had to get settled in a completely unknown city all by myself. My Grand Maa came to me with a jar full of homemade tomato pickle and told me that this will make the tasteless hostel food tasty. I was so happy as the pickle is one thing I can never live without. I need pickle with Pizza also ( I know this must have raised a few eyebrows, but yeah this much I love pickle).
I completed my packing and my flight was at 10 A.M. I left my hometown at around 5 in the morning as I have to travel for 3 hours to reach the airport. But I was satisfied that at least I had my Grand Maa's pickle. In that excitement, I forgot to put that jar in my check-in luggage and I had to put it in my cabin bag. Little I knew that the security won't allow me to take it forward. I pleaded in front of them but they threw it away. I was distressed. I cried in the whole journey of 2 hours. I reached my hostel and met my roommate Hema. At night she asked me for dinner, I was not in a mood but then also I went. She asked me whether I want a pickle. I looked coldly at the jar of pickle and took a little as the food was so bad. At that moment I cannot even express how I felt, that pickle tasted exactly like my granny's tomato pickle. From that day till now (still, have it here in TAPMI ), I have never eaten any meal without that pickle. Guess where was that pickle from...."Kitchen's promise". Thank you, ABG for such an authentic taste. That tomato pickle is a life savior.
