“I would start early tomorrow morning,” Gangadharam said, returning late from the office that day. 

His voice was tired. Travelling from Kurnool to Thummalur every day wasn’t easy. I watched him take off his shoes and change, as if mentally preparing for the next day. I knew tomorrow would be no different, and my mind wandered to what I could pack to make his long day lighter.

It reminded me of my mother, Amma, who always packed my father’s lunch, choosing dishes that were simple, hearty, and full of flavor. Even on his busiest and most stressful days, her meals seemed to ease him and give him strength. Food, I believe, has the power to lift spirits, lighten hearts, and make long days feel less heavy.

The next morning, I cooked him lunch. One pot of fragrant rice with tender brinjal, blended with the perfect Vangi Bath spice mix. Simple, yet enough to keep him going through the long day. The smell of roasted spices and tamarind filled the kitchen.

“Aha! Is it Vangi Bath for lunch?” Gangadharam exclaimed, slipping on his shoes.

He carried the lunch and waved goodbye from his jeep. This wasn’t just a meal—it was care, love, and understanding packed into a pot, a small piece of home to keep him company.