The ubiquitous tiffin carrier of the orient. What fills it?
Rice, the staple of many a household.
Chicken curry, once a luxury, now a beloved.
Fried Kailan, some love it, some hate it.
Mutton soup, homely, an impact of flavour.
And the spice in all the dishes. Star anise, turmeric, pepper. Bitter, dreadful on their own, but alas an important and well-needed part of the ensemble.
Poetry and emotion are alike that tiffin carrier of the bygone era, and this is a journey through my meals of life.
(disclaimer: not actually about food)