Two Kitchens, One Home
A Vaishnav–Bengali couple keeps faith and flavor—by setting gentle kitchen boundaries.
Aamani Trivedi
We didn’t fight about love—we fought about lunch. I’m Vaishnav; onion-garlic stays out and the kitchen is sacred. He’s Bengali; home smells like mustard and fresh fish. The day I returned to that fragrance, I cried; he snapped, “So I can’t be myself at home?” We ate in shifts for weeks while parents weighed in.
Pt. Dayaram Joshi heard us without taking sides. We set ‘zones’: a pure-veg stove/utensils for me; a separate induction and pan for his fish; festival days fully sattvik; and a no-comment rule about each other’s plates. Sundays became our “common table”—dal, roti, shukto, bhaja.
The temperature dropped; respect returned. He said, “It finally smells like home.” I realized he wasn’t asking me to betray faith—just to share a table.
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