Nepal, May 14 -- Learning, be it a language of words or flavours, begins in ordinary habits before finding its way into any university classroom. In my context, it emerged through conversations, stories, songs, and even recipes passed down across generations. Food has quietly held our family together, and the kitchen has been our own place where everyday conversations unfold, decisions were negotiated, relationships were nurtured, and memories take shape.

I still carry vivid memories of the meals we cooked at home. Each dish had a story, each routine held meaning, and every small act in our home felt shared. Even now, whenever I prepare a new dish, my mind drifts back to those moments, and food has its own way of bringing my past into th...