Weekends were made for lazy meals, and our ritual began the moment we stepped into a restaurant. The first thing I’d order, without fail, was masala papad – crispy, flavorful, and garnished with onions, tomatoes, and fresh coriander. It was the perfect appetizer, temporarily satiating our hunger.

We both shared a love for masala papad, and our meals would often begin with a plate of this spicy, tasty delight. As we savored each bite, our conversations would flow effortlessly, covering every topic under the sun. The aroma and crunch of the papad brought us immense joy.

But here’s a secret: we’d deliberately pace ourselves, ensuring the other got to enjoy the last piece. It was a silent understanding, a testament to our love and consideration for each other. For me, that last piece of masala papad was always sprinkled with love – a reminder of the special bond we shared.”