Picture this. Your alarm rings for the 35th time. You know it’s a Sunday, so you decide to ignore it. You know you’ve got that math assignment waiting to make you cry, but forget that. Your roommate screams into your ears. And that made you finally open your eyes.
We all wake up on Sundays, the aftermath of a good (subjective) sleep visible on your drool-covered pillows and now on-the-floor sheets. But what makes you get out of bed? It’s not the alarms or the assignment; it’s BRUNCH! I say it with such excitement that now, writing this, I want to teleport to Sunday, grab a plate of pasta (red sauce with extra cheese, please), and rush to the library lawn.
By far, the best regular meal of the week, Mother Sodexo rewards us with these extra scrumptious meals, in a way preparing us for the proceedings of the week. I have a special attachment with Sunday brunches – the first day I came on campus, 21st August, a Sunday. I was overwhelmed by everything, ugly crying my way to the cafeteria. I was shocked that people who had come mere hours before me had already gotten so used to the place that they already referred to things in acronyms. (I’m looking at you, caf users).
I walked up the stairs and over the gravel for what felt like a lifetime. A dozen hi’s later, I seem to have finally reached the beehive. First-day-Sree had not realized then that the caf being this full was not regular. (41st-day-Sree has seen it all, though) Everything I felt up to that point was flushed down by all the food I had. The thin crepes, the cheesy pasta, and the crunchy cereal gave me solace. I felt like I was ready to have conversations, and I did!
I think it was on the second brunch that my South Indian self teared up when I saw they had a dosa counter. I believe that, for the most part, food is a connection. It’s the medium that can clarify all your doubts. It’s the string that links all those random topics together.
Food serves as a reminder that love exists. It’s up there with music and books; you can turn to it whenever you are feeling down. You can personalize, explore, or/and burn your kitchen down with it. It can remind you of someone, somewhere or something. It can remind you of how happy you were and can be! So folks, learn to enjoy food, and oh, don’t miss out on Sundays!
Author – Sreenandana Nair
