What are your feelings about eating meat?
Iโve been a vegetarian for as long as Iโve been aliveโnot by decision, not by transition, but simply by origin. I grew up in a home where the kitchen was filled with the aroma of spices, fresh vegetables, homemade curries, and warm rotis puffing over the flame. Meat never had a place on our plates, and honestly, neither did curiosity about it.
Some people say, โYou should try everything once.โ
But Iโve never felt that tugโnot even for a moment.
Being born vegetarian feels like living in harmony with a rhythm thatโs always been part of me. I didnโt give up meat. I didnโt miss it. I simply never needed it. My world of food has always been colourful, diverse, comforting, and deeply satisfyingโproof that taste doesnโt rely on what you avoid, but on how you celebrate what you choose.
People often ask, โDonโt you ever wonder how meat tastes?โ
And I smile, because the truth isโฆ no. I donโt.
Not out of fear, or judgment, or restraintโbut because my plate has always felt complete. The crunch of fresh vegetables, the warmth of dal, the richness of paneer dishes, the fragrance of spicesโthis is the food that shaped my childhood, nourished my body, and anchored my values.
Iโve never tasted meat, and Iโve never wished to.
Not once.
For me, being vegetarian isnโt a lifestyle I adopted. Itโs the foundation I was built onโsomething that feels natural, effortless, and deeply aligned with who I am.
My feelings about eating meat?
Simple: Itโs not part of my story, and Iโm perfectly complete without it.
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