Zafranistan

Visit Maurya Lok, Patna to meet Mr. Batata Puri at every other Batatapuri stall cart scattered around the place.  "Have you ever fallen in love? Those butterflies in your stomach. The fear and rush of the unknown that tickles you. I wonder." sighs Peehu sitting at the edge of the deewan in the living room. She sat with  a plate full of half cut fruits out of which a few she sliced patiently. One at a time. Apples were glad to be cut in graceful halves and quarters. Muskmelons so tender and soft, she runs the sharp stainless knife through the fruit, carving perfect arches.  "Not really." Zafran raised her eyebrows and pinched her, making the kiwi drop from her hands.   "Mr. Batata Puri!" screams Peehu. "It's him! The love of my life." "Mr. Batata Puri?" asks Zafran. "Yes. I saw him at different places. Once when I went shopping with my mother when I was around 9. It was love at  the very first sight. My first ever crush....

Episode no. 1/2  ( Litti Chokha?) "I can only recall corruption, cows and litti chokha whenever someone asks me about Bihar.", said one of the girls passing by the M block in Connaught Place. "Litti chokha? Is that all you guys eat in Bihar?" asked a young man, who was ironically filming a vlog on the streets of CP on 'Who are Biharis' to a girl. Zafran overheard the conversation. She was naive about the place itself & the culture they attached with their food. She thought the girl must have meant something of existence when she narrowed down the place just to a person and a dish. Her being skeptical about the whole incident led to the inception of an idea. An incident at times is enough to make you realise. So, in order to find out, she decided to go around, observe & learn about the stereotype. And what way could be better than food? She plans to leave on a food quest to find out what's cooking in every bihari household of different ...