'বয়স তখন ছিল পনের, তাই ছিল স্বপ্ন দেখার ব্যারাম'
If you live in a world that does not like pizza, this post may not make much sense. For me, I have grown up loving pizza, from the first fancy dinner with Maa, to the first boro howa Pujo outing with friends, to the first date... it was always Pizza.
In a world where I refused coffee dates in college, pizza had done the trick (the final repercussion is not nice, but anyway). Any variety, any size, pizza was love.
So that was that, till the time I started meeting new people, more sophisticated people. That is when thin crust pizza took over the normal ones, that is when fork and knife arrived.
I still remember my first encounter of pizza and fork, but the place was so posh that I did not dare to embarrass the people I was with. And then the loop followed. I slowly slowly started hating pizza for the effort of actually slicing it over with such difficulty. There came a time where I would order anything but pizza. Such was my aim to please and be one-of-them.
Seasons changed, life happened. Now, today, when I sit at one of the best rooftop restaurants at Bangalore and eat thin crust pizza with my hands, Narmada joins, leaving her fork aside, just because. Smita judges me not and looks away at the city lights from the top, just because. And suddenly, despite all the losses that has happened over the last two years in Bangalore, I have finally started ordering pizza. Finally started being me, posh restaurant or not, fancy company or not.
Pizza again is, love.
If you live in a world that does not like pizza, this post may not make much sense. For me, I have grown up loving pizza, from the first fancy dinner with Maa, to the first boro howa Pujo outing with friends, to the first date... it was always Pizza.
In a world where I refused coffee dates in college, pizza had done the trick (the final repercussion is not nice, but anyway). Any variety, any size, pizza was love.
So that was that, till the time I started meeting new people, more sophisticated people. That is when thin crust pizza took over the normal ones, that is when fork and knife arrived.
I still remember my first encounter of pizza and fork, but the place was so posh that I did not dare to embarrass the people I was with. And then the loop followed. I slowly slowly started hating pizza for the effort of actually slicing it over with such difficulty. There came a time where I would order anything but pizza. Such was my aim to please and be one-of-them.
Seasons changed, life happened. Now, today, when I sit at one of the best rooftop restaurants at Bangalore and eat thin crust pizza with my hands, Narmada joins, leaving her fork aside, just because. Smita judges me not and looks away at the city lights from the top, just because. And suddenly, despite all the losses that has happened over the last two years in Bangalore, I have finally started ordering pizza. Finally started being me, posh restaurant or not, fancy company or not.
Pizza again is, love.
2 comments:
Pizza love..�� ending quote is awesome..
thank you :*
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