This was the classic Indian mother paradox. She would pack you protein bars for the airport, but she would also insist on a full South Indian breakfast of vada , chutney , and podi at 6:30 AM.
Meera froze. She had packed three suitcases: one for clothes, one for books, and one entirely for snacks—Haldiram’s bhujia, MTR ready-to-eat pav bhaji , and five packets of Thepla . But she had forgotten the podi .
Meera smiled, tears streaming down her face. She picked up her phone and texted Amma: