when ever i would travel by train when i was in college my mother would give me urad kachodi and pickle this time when i was traveling to Singapore my mother packed for me the same which lasted two days for me this kachodi is that kachodi which travels which reminds me of that home which waits for me quietly which asks me through yes when i would be back knowing i will be back soon ,,
if this post makes you nostalgic check for the recipe in the archives for urad kachodi time for me to wake up advay who is enjoying few more days of summer of 2019
recipe name
urad kachodi
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urad kachodi |