Work has always taken me across India, which has given me an opportunity to meet some great people and taste some amazing food.

The memory that stuck with me the most was my visits to Hyderabad, the late night and early morning walks across the streets of the old city, with Charminar lit against the sky. Bustling street vendors selling their goods, people queuing early mornings and late nights to grab some authentic Hyderabadi Paya at dawn, Chicken Tikka off the fire, Sheek Kabab, Keema Samosa, Boti Kabab, Pathar Ka Ghost, Luckmi - the kind of food you don't forgot.

The constant noise, the metal skewers hitting the grill, the air thick with smoke, heat on your face with spice in the air... Chacha stood there, sleeves rolled up, turning the skewers with quiet precision. He knew the fire. He knew the timing, to make the perfect kababs and tikkas.

Never knew his name, never knew his story. Long after the trip ended, the taste stayed in my memory.

Oye! Chacha is that memory standing by the grill, smoke on your cloths, warmth on your hands, and food made right in front of you.. worth every bite.