For almost a year, I tried to open my lunchbox as quietly as possible.<\/p>\n
The problem was not the box.<\/p>\n
It was what was inside.<\/p>\n
Most of my classmates brought sandwiches, noodles, pasta or neatly packed snacks.<\/p>\n
My lunch often came wrapped in foil inside a steel container.<\/p>\n
Parathas.<\/p>\n
Lemon rice.<\/p>\n
Idlis.<\/p>\n
Sometimes yesterday’s sabzi transformed into something my mother insisted was \u201ceven better today.\u201d<\/p>\n
At home, I loved that food.<\/p>\n
At school, I suddenly became embarrassed by it.<\/p>\n
The embarrassment began with one comment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that smell?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody said it cruelly.<\/p>\n
Someone was simply curious.<\/p>\n
But when everyone looked towards my desk, my face became hot.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing,\u201d I said, closing the lid.<\/p>\n
After that, I developed a strategy.<\/p>\n
Wait until everyone else had started eating.<\/p>\n
Open the lunchbox only halfway.<\/p>\n
Eat quickly.<\/p>\n
Close it before anyone asked questions.<\/p>\n
When Mum asked whether I liked what she packed, I always said yes.<\/p>\n
I never told her that I sometimes returned home hungry.<\/p>\n
Then one Wednesday, everything changed because of a forgotten lunch.<\/p>\n
My friend Kabir searched through his bag twice before announcing the disaster.<\/p>\n
\u201cI left it on the kitchen table.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our teacher would have allowed him to buy something from the canteen, but the queue was enormous.<\/p>\n
So I did something obvious.<\/p>\n
I pushed my lunchbox towards him.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake some.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside were aloo parathas with pickle.<\/p>\n
He tore off a piece.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour lunch is amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought he was joking.<\/p>\n
He wasn’t.<\/p>\n
Two other friends asked whether they could try some.<\/p>\n
Within minutes, the lunch I had spent months trying to hide had become the most popular thing at the table.<\/p>\n
The next day, Kabir brought homemade dhokla.<\/p>\n
Someone else brought curd rice.<\/p>\n
Another friend produced sandwiches and announced that nobody was allowed to insult sandwiches merely because they looked boring.<\/p>\n
Without planning it, our lunch table became an exchange.<\/p>\n
Tiny portions moved from one box to another.<\/p>\n
We learned the names of foods eaten in different homes.<\/p>\n
We discovered that the same ingredient could taste completely different depending on who cooked it.<\/p>\n
A week later, Mum opened my returned lunchbox and looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cCompletely empty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally hungry?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then I told her the truth.<\/p>\n
Not everything.<\/p>\n
Just enough.<\/p>\n
I said my friends liked her parathas.<\/p>\n
She smiled in a way that made me realise how ridiculous I had been.<\/p>\n
Food had never been the embarrassing part.<\/p>\n
I had been afraid that being different would make me stand out.<\/p>\n
What I had not understood was that sometimes difference is exactly what gives people something to share.<\/p>\n
I still like sandwiches.<\/p>\n
But I no longer open my lunchbox quietly.<\/p>\n
In fact, when Mum packs parathas, I usually ask for an extra one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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