Rani devours pasta and beer in Amsterdam.No shame, no shyness — just freedom on a fork, eating like she owns the moment.
She eats fries with red lipstick, in silence, in grief.It’s not polished, it’s real.
She dunks paratha in daal, mid-argument, mid-chaos.Because food doesn’t wait and neither does she.
She eats communion wafers, birthday cake, communion wafers again.Girlhood is hunger in many forms.
She cooks a feast, not to impressbut to express.Women don’t just cook love. They eat it too.
Julia Roberts bites into a whole pizza in Naples and refuses to feel guilty.