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A love letter to Pizza

Dear Pizza, 
I start off by saying Sorry. Sorry I never took our relationship seriously. Sorry I checked out burgers and became attracted to them. I'm sorry I lusted over the double-patties and extra cheese slices, though they gave me heartburn in the end. I'm sorry I never fully appreciated your simplicity of 'the fewer the toppings, the better the pizza' mantra, your thin crust base, your triangles. I'm sorry I lost my way. My non-existening italian family will me spitting on me because of this. 

Ever since I lost you, I've been a different person altogether. Rice has been trying to patch-up with me ever since the lockdown began. At first, my love, I sinned. I believed the lies Rice presented before me in the delicious and mouth-watering forms of Pulao, Biriyani, Fried Rice, Rice Pudding. It was good initially but somehow Rice couldn't satisfy me. Rice just kept on bloating me up and though I demanded space from it, literally and also in my digestive tract, Rice just didn't leave me alone. Rice kept on coming back, everytime with a new trick. And like a fool I kept on falling for it, till I was just done. I've broken-up with Rice. After the lockdown, I will return the additional packets of Basmati and Surti Kolam and say my goodbye. 

Oats came into my life around the time I was breaking-up with Rice. Oats is a good friend. It never tries to overdo things. It reminded me a lot about you. Oats was light, yummy and my stomach, though it missed you, let Oats into our lives. But please know, Oats will always be my bestie but never the love of my life. That will always be you. 

Today, when the Swiggy guy dropped you off, I was excited but also nervous. I hadn't seen you in so long, I didn't know what to feel. The way we parted was so bad. I was a complete jerk and just let you fade away. I'm truly sorry. You didn't deserve it. But today when you came home, I held a slice of you in my trembling fingers, your fragrance lingered in the air and brought back so many memories. I realised how stupid I had been. The first bite we shared today, you in perfect harmony inside my mouth, that foodgasm...it made me realise how much I have always loved you. You have and always will be everything I wanted in food. You are enough, my love. You always will be! 

Dedicated to the true love of my life, Pizza.
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