Dear Gujiya, I Love You

Dear Gujiya,

Welcome. Welcome into my life all over again. It has been a long wait, last Holi to this one. And trust you me, I have waited for you with a warm heart and a wistful longing. Of all the mithais that I love with all my heart and soul, you are one that shares a very elusive relationship with me. Like a lover, who keeps me waiting for the night of union after many moons. You see, other mithais I can have whenever I desire to. But you, you, keep me waiting. And it is a wait I happily indulge in.

I know, I know. There are a lot of places where I could have had you all through the year, but it is not the same now, is it? The way you manifest during Holi, it is an altogether different experience to have you.

There are not a lot of things that excite me during Holi, really. I am not big on the festival, I like the colors, but not so much the splattering of them across everyone's face. I definitely do NOT enjoy taking a two hour long bath after, trying to get those damn colors off my body. But if there is one thing that is beautiful and worthwhile in Holi, it is you my dear Gujiya.

Every year, there are many stalls that crop up outside sweet shops. There are hordes of people vying for you, vying really because you sell like...gujiyas, not hot cakes.

There are countless flavors to choose from, multiple fillings you are filled with. But if I am honest, there is nothing that I love savoring more than when you come with some flavorsome kesar (saffron), and desiccated coconut and khoya. Uff.

And devouring you is an experience out of this world; one bite and I am sent into a sweet heaven of bliss and happiness. The way the sugar syrup oozes out from inside you and trickles down my hands, filling up my senses; the way the flavor of the khoya filling and the many dry fruits, mixed with rich flavor of kesar is...an indescribable delight really. And slowly chewing you up, softly...as the many flavors collide and dance together...sending me into a foodgasm. Bliss. Who can stop at one? You have one, and before you know it, you can't have dinner anymore cause you are full on the dessert. 

I am gorging on you now, as much as I can, it has been a good week. I have hoarded enough of you to last me a while.

And when those little pieces of happiness are done with, like a lover with boundless love, I shall wait for you all over again.

Until then,

Love.

Yours, always.