"Pass a khakhra, bro," I heard one of my roommates holler across the hall. The four of us had been mugging up expansive portions on the theories of communication with our final exam looming. The watch on my hand beeped as Sunday turned to Monday. Hunger had started to take its toll with cravings for a midnight snack growing larger by the second. While I disliked khakhra, the lack of food at home meant that it was either this Gujju breakfast dish or ketchup directly from the bottle. After critically analysing my choices where I did consider having the ketchup, I ultimately chose the traditional Gujarati snack. And that's how my love affair with khakhra and Gujarat started.
Lukshmi Vilas Palace & Maharaja Fateh Singh Museum