I don't think I've ever been more annoyed by anything other than people spelling you as Maggie. Our love, it became stronger the day I defended you on a Youtube Video. "Excuse me, the title is misleading. It's MAGGI, not Maggie," I had commented.
Like most Indian relationships, you were introduced to me by my parents. And, like most Indian relationships, my parents are now suddenly against us being together. Which reminds me of the sour incident that your ban was. You know, I fractured my leg when I was eight. I cried. But I cried A LOT more when you got banned. It was like my Romeo was taken away from me, nothing less than a classic Elizabethan romance-tragedy. But true lovers unite, and so did we.
You've been the heart of broke-college-student parties, you've been the soul to ravenous 3am hostel shenanigans, you've been the getaway for the unfortunate youth who have had to face Tinda for dinner, you've been the most popular school tiffin, and you've let thousands of people who lack cooking skills (like me) experiment with you and call themselves Chefs. (In my defence, adding cheese to you does count as a different recipe, which technically does make me a Chef.) Here's to hoping you come out with new, exciting flavours more frequently and bless my life with your holy presence like you do, forever and ever. Also, try not to be soggy and sticky in the tiffin? Actually, nevermind. That's you.
Until death (or another ban? hope not.) do us part.
The one who undertakes the responsibility of your promotion (without payment, mind it),
P.S - All Maggi Lovers worldwide should be known as Shreya, that's how much I love you. Copyright? Copyright.
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