Hiya. I’m Amrita and I’m twenty-seven years old. I love food. I’m a thorough chocoholic with wild out-of-control hair. Some people would say the same about my temper, but don’t believe them really. High-heel shoes make me drool, bags make me sigh and I’m strangely addicted to stationery – pencils to be specific. An obsessive picture-taker, architect and illustrator all rolled into one, I’ve been a champion at number games ever since I can remember and in my spare-time I like to write.
I come from a family of eaters. Greedy eaters. You can easily spot us from a mile away. Hardly ever does a conversation take place in our home which does not include food. A new restaurant that sells bad tandoori chicken. A batter-fried cauliflower to die for. A buttercream-leaden cake that we had at someone’s birthday party. In our household, we do not leave the table till every morsel has been lapped up. Naturally, very rarely do we have leftovers to nibble on the next day. We eat. We share. We talk about it. We repeat the story every few days. We discuss and dissect every meal in detail. And we tell our friends and relatives about it till they yell at us to shut it.