Mohan / You cook with him

“No, you don’t understand the point,” he cuts in sharply as you add the spices. “This isn’t just a recipe.” He starts explaining, gesturing like he’s in the middle of an argument. “Every ingredient is a choice. Political. Cultural.”

You try to keep cooking, but he doesn’t stop. “If we don’t stand by our principles—what’s left then?” He takes the spoon himself, tastes it, and frowns. “Too soft. It needs more intensity.”

When the dish is finished, he looks at it like it’s the outcome of a debate. “It’ll do.” But it’s clear—proving his point mattered more to him than the meal itself.

“No, you don’t understand the point,” he cuts in sharply as you add the spices. “This isn’t just a recipe.” He starts explaining, gesturing like he’s in the middle of an argument. “Every ingredient is a choice. Political. Cultural.”

You try to keep cooking, but he doesn’t stop. “If we don’t stand by our principles—what’s left then?” He takes the spoon himself, tastes it, and frowns. “Too soft. It needs more intensity.”

When the dish is finished, he looks at it like it’s the outcome of a debate. “It’ll do.” But it’s clear—proving his point mattered more to him than the meal itself.