Some foods have the power to transport us back in time, evoking
cherished memories and comforting nostalgia.
For me, that food is Litti Chokha. Having grown up in Dhanbad—the
coal capital of India—Litti has always held a special place in my heart. It’s
more than just a dish; it’s a slice of my childhood.
This week, I had the joy of relishing my favorite dish after nearly a
year. The last time was when my mom visited me. Like all moms, she’s an
incredible cook, and her Litti Chokha is simply unmatched.
Every time I eat it, I’m instantly taken back to the winter evenings of
my childhood, when our colony would host Litti Chokha parties. The preparation
was a community affair—uncles and aunts would gather to roast the wheat balls
stuffed with spicy Sattu over coal fires or dried cow dung cakes,
infusing them with a smoky aroma that’s impossible to replicate. The crispy
crust and flavorful filling were paired with Chokha—a rustic mash of
roasted eggplant, tomatoes, and potatoes mixed with mustard oil, garlic, green
chilies, and fresh coriander—and sometimes even chicken curry.
We children would sit around the fire, watching the process unfold with
wide-eyed excitement, eagerly waiting for the feast to begin. Those moments,
filled with warmth, laughter, and the aroma of tradition, are etched in my
memory forever.
Over the years, this tradition has gradually shifted. Today,
celebrations often find their home in restaurants and banquet halls—convenient,
yes, but missing that rustic charm and warmth of shared preparation. While the
settings may have changed, the memories of those simpler times continue to hold
a special place in our hearts.
Recently I
came across this thoughtful article on “When the Kitchen falls silent. Effects
on family bonding. It beautifully describes the fact that cooking & eating
together is an invisible thread that binds families together.
I make it a
point to ensure my children—Gen Alpha—experience the warmth and joy of
community eating whenever the opportunity arises. It’s heartening to see how
much they enjoy it and eagerly look forward to these moments. Watching them
embrace the spirit of togetherness and shared meals reminds me of my own
childhood, and it gives me hope that these beautiful traditions will continue to
thrive through them.
Let’s
keep the kitchen alive—not just with flavors, but with laughter, stories, and
love.
 
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