I won't reveal what I cooked with the cashew, sorry. However, should you find yourself in my end of the woods stop by, and I shall make you something (also a secret).
I got to thinking of the places we go to and the songs that we leave behind there. We also find songs along the way, which make that place special to us. My first Poets of the Fall concert in 2012, where the setlist had an acoustic version of Sorry 'go Round or the recent chatter in a group about the Hyderabad Blackstratblues gig prompted this. I took a trip to Hyderabad in October, went to Salar Jung and had amazing biriyani. Now, I have to go back.
When I was in school, Christopher Nolan made a film called "The Prestige". This film had a line which said that making something disappear wasn't good enough. We had to bring it back. It stayed with me. As I grew older, many things disappeared, many things appeared. I went back to that staircase in college, that chai stall in Golpark, those momos in Narendrapur. I also realised there are places you can't go back to, unless someone gives you a reason.
For now, I'll go back to the kitchen. I need to finish making fish. But I wonder, is there any place you want to go back to?
The Bilge Master
