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how much oil goes into the curry, how fresh the while my husband guarded the country from insurgency
vegetables are, and most importantly what values are and external threats, I quietly guarded my family from

being stirred into the pot. Around the dining table, we internal ones—like junk food, preservatives, and that
share more than food—we share laughter, stories, and dangerous phrase, “Let’s just order something today.”
sometimes even arguments about who gets the last So, here’s something to think about: one day, your

piece of gulab jamun. These are the memories that bind children will leave home to build lives of their own. When
a family together; memories no restaurant can serve. Of they do, what will they miss more—the burgers they
course, I am not against the occasional treat. A Sunday ordered, or the dal-chawal that simmered with love on
evening pizza or a roadside bhelpuri has its own charm. their mother’s stove? If the answer is home-cooked food,
But when “outside food” becomes a habit rather than an then your service, though without medals or salutes, has

indulgence, health, bonding, and even appreciation for been worthwhile.
our culture takes a back seat. For me the warmth of the family’s “Aaj khaane mei kya
hai?” never dampens. It unfailingly continues to match

As a CRPF wife, I have seen how much discipline matters the warmth of my care, and of my lovingly prepared food
in every aspect of life and food is no exception. Discipline happily shared at the dining table.
in eating is as important as discipline in training. Because