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“His recipes are charted among the freshest. His fusion curries bring patrons from all city corners together in his tiny restaurant.
A beat up car, a sizzling girlfriend, a trustworthy friend, and a jealous wealthy rival – Jai has everything a poor chef could ask for.
Everything, except his Grandma’s secret spices.
He had met his grandma only once, as a kid. And he still remembers the taste of a fresh clay baked bread soaked in spices that dripped from a single roasted green chilli.
Ever since the new World Chef contest was announced, he has been trying to reproduce that taste. From books to cuisines, from spices to oils, he has tried everything he knows, to no avail.
Now, with thirty days till the contest, he is contemplating selling the restaurant to his rival, and using the money to go find grandma, and get her secret spices.
There’s but one slight problem: his parents are long gone, and he has no idea where to find her in the vast lands of a South Asian country; or if she is even alive.
Will he risk everything that he has, to go find what only lives in his memory?
Will he be able to see his grandmother, get the spices, and come back in time for the contest?
Will he be able to keep his restaurant?
Follow his journey through land, spice, and memories to find out.”
(C) Prashant Chopra. Unpublished. 2014-2016.
Some people always have to be doing battle with someone, sometimes even with themselves, battling with their own lives. So they begin to create a kind of play in their head, and they write the script based on their frustrations.
Then they invite us to behave like victims, when they complain about the unfairness of life, for example, and ask us to agree, to offer advice, to participate.
- By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept.