My obsession

My Biryani Obsession

I have a problem and it’s biryani.

I crave it all the time. Morning noon night doesn’t matter. If someone mentions biryani my brain stops working until I get some.

That smell hits me and I’m done. The rice the masala the tender meat. Perfect.

I judge restaurants only by their biryani. Good biryani means good place. Bad biryani means I never go back.

I’ve traveled to weird locations just because someone said “there’s this hidden spot with amazing biryani”. Worth it every time.

I order biryani at 11am. I order biryani at 1am. No shame.

Opening the parcel is the best part. That steam with all those spices. Then the first bite. Nothing beats it.

I tried making it at home. Many times. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t. But I keep trying because homemade biryani hits different.

My friends think I’m crazy. They’ll plan trips and I’ll ask “but will we get good biryani there?”

Yes I’m obsessed. No I don’t want to fix it.

Biryani makes everything better. Bad day? Biryani. Good day? Biryani. Any day? Biryani.

If you need me check the nearest biryani spot. I’ll be there.

Thanks for reading. Going to eat biryani now.