You know in the movies when boy meets girl and violins start playing, soft breeze starts…well, breezin’. There’s an invisible cupid that shoots an arrow somewhere in the air and both the parties are in a state of trance, bursting with love and desire.
THAT is how some of us feel when they see a plate full of biryani or pulao or boiled rice or any form of rice anywhere.
Basically, this:
Forgive me for I have sinned.
I had fully planned on dieting but then I woke up to the smell of Gosht pulao.
When you can’t stop staring at the fragrant Kashmiri pulao with the succulent meat while a hearty serving of dry fruits sits atop.
The awkward moment when this gif feels a little suggestive.
Girl, look at that body:
You know there must be pot in your dinner when all the love ballads you’ve ever heard start making sense.
Nothing like a good ol’ home-cooked plate full of rice to go with ammi ke haath ka nawala.
Ever noticed how the chaawal taste 10 times better when you toss a mouth-full using your fingers?
The chicken on the side can be such a tease sometimes…
And if you’re tired of the desi masalas and in need of a palate cleanse, the desi-Chinese vegetable rice are your absolute saviors.
Then you can gobble them all down with some of that Chicken Manchurian.
Yum yum yum.
How can roti EVER compete when the rice ups its game and even dresses up as dessert?
Zardaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
The love for this desi staple transcends borders.
Sarhad paar, chaawal ka pyaar.
Sorry, dear roti.
I can’t pick you. Choose you. Love you.
Rice all the way!
