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The Joy of Gifting + My Craving for Aloo Parathas

When you can’t buy things, you learn to ask for things, and when you ask for things, you learn something about yourself and others.

Throughout last week, I have been asking my friends to make me aloo parathas.

It started last Sunday, when Kanishka and Avantika came over for lunch. My cooking range is limited to pasta and pulao so, if you eat at my place regularly, you might find the menu a little repetitive. Knowing that, I had made two different types of pasta — farfalle, bell peppers and spring onions in Mexican salsa sauce and casarecce and baby corn in cheese and wine sauce — and added mushrooms on toast as a side dish. However, I wasn’t really surprised when, five minutes into lunch, Avantika took a break from picking at her food and asked me —

Aren’t you bored of being off consumption yet?

Well, I’m not bored of being off consumption yet, but I am indeed tired of eating muesli, fruit, salad, sandwiches and pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner, day after day. Avantika’s comment had seeded the craving in my mind and, by Monday evening, the craving has taken definite shape — aloo parathas.

My Insatiable Craving For McDonald’s Paneer Salsa Wrap

McDonald's Paneer Salsa Wrap

I have a confession to make.

I have an insatiable craving for McDonald’s Paneer Salsa Wrap.

It hits me at the oddest times and places, more often than I would like to admit.

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Sometimes, I’m running on Marine Drive and, suddenly, my stomach ties up into knots and all I can think of is a McDonald’s Paneer Salsa Wrap.

I have to stop, bend over, take a few deep breaths, look out over the sea towards Malabar Hills, wait for the craving to slowly subside.

Sometimes, when I can’t control the craving, I get into a taxi and go over to the McDonald’s outlet in Colaba and get myself one (or two) at 463 kCal apiece.

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Sometimes, I’m kissing a woman and my mouth goes all wet and dribbley and all I can think of is a McDonald’s Paneer Salsa Wrap.

Some women notice, others don’t, but every time it happens, I know exactly what has triggered it.

Some women like wet kisses, others don’t, so, the reaction varies; I don’t think it has been a deal-breaker so far.