There is something magical about a simple red bowl full of muri.
No fancy restaurant, no expensive food. Just puffed rice, a packet of spicy Bombay Chanachur, and a quiet evening at home. And trust me, that's more than enough.
It starts simple. Just plain white muri in the bowl.
Then you add the chanachur. That crunchy, spicy, masala-filled mix.
You mix it slowly, and suddenly the smell hits you. That perfect jhal-jhal smell that makes you hungry instantly.
This is not just food for us. This is nostalgia.
This is childhood evenings, adda with family, gossip with friends, rain outside and muri makha inside.
In a world of pizza and burgers, this small bowl of muri still wins my heart every single time.
Who else is a muri lover like me?
Comment "ME" if you can finish this whole bowl alone!