THE BEGINNING...

The love ended and so did our modern and practical relationship.

After that, I became someone I never was. As I quote Khalil Gibran here: “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”, the bad days just began. Buckets of tears, lost appetite, more fuck-ups, anger, madness, insomnia and what not. Let’s leave rest of the dilemma for my personal cupboard.

We both lived to eat and never just ate to live, hence, we bonded over food. He was my best friend. I started missing going out to new places with him and having food without actually thinking about the quantity I ate. I have less time to live in this city, so that reminder started tormenting my head.

Anyhow my friends kept me alive and even he tried.

But again, I wanted to go out, to all the happening places which were there on my list and eat like a wild animal, just the way I would have done without these new changes in my life. So, here struck this idea - Doesn't matter if I have to drag my friends to skip their work and come with me or I have to head alone, my passion and love for food should not die. I want to cross out the places on my list and so I shall . And this is how I choose to move on.

“The Restaurant Files” is not just a blog but my journey to all those amazing places, which will also help you to get to know about them. As I am not a connoisseur, I won’t be wasting your time with unnecessary frivolities and trivialities about food, that they discuss on shows like Master-chef. 

Being an electrical engineer, who failed miserably at dieting for the love of food, who loves the art of dramatics and is interested in politics more than she loves to talk, I invite you all to ride along with me and get to know stuff about the places where the greatest need of life –  DELICIOUS MOUTH-WATERING FOOD – is made and served to the humankind!