Art of Doing Absolutely Everything Else

 Art of Doing Absolutely Everything Else

The evening started like every other wellness intervention. Surrounded by half-empty plates of salad and sipping on lukewarm green tea, I solemnly swore a sacred oath: The “New” Diet" has started today.For a whole  hour, I passionately dissected the nuances of intermittent fasting, and the exact glycemic index of a single  almond. I lectured on the spiritual awakening of cutting out sugar, while  eloquently defending  the virtues of the morning smoothie. By 10:00 PM, I felt practically enlightened, practically weightless, and entirely smug.” I am  basically an athlete now,"  I gloated, congratulating myself"

 

     The morning ,normally ( meaning regularly)  at 7:30 AM in a bustling  kitchen , it’s   an absolute labour of love. The fermented batter has been perfected over years,   ground to a flawless, fluffy texture, and the tempering on the coconut chutney sizzles with crackling mustard and fresh curry leaves. I eat  until I physically cannot ’ manage another bite. I wash down three “pillowy” idlis, a crispy  dosa,  with a steaming cup of Malted Ragi . I’m  done. Or so you think!. Then comes the sinking realization around the afternoon dining table. A quick mental tally of the remaining batter and prepped ingredients means a total loop reset. With zero leftovers spared, the exact same meticulously crafted, oil-soaked, and carb-heavy meal is  officially penciled in for dinner. The magic of the morning—the satisfying crunch of the Dosa, the perfectly spiced  , fresh tang of the chutney—is overshadowed by the sheer volume of steaming rice and lentils I am  destined to consume again. By 8:30 PM, the familiar aroma of  ghee and roasting dhal once again fills  the house. Staring at the steaming plate, my  stomach does a flip, heavily debating the sheer limits of human digestion. Yet, as that first bite of piping hot, crispy dosa touches the tongue, I  just cannot  help but surrender to the matchless solace  of it all. I am  officially a victim of my  own delicious success. And yes The New Diet starts tomorrow. Who said Tomorrow never Comes ?