It was around Durga Puja.

My parents were in the USA, visiting my sister.

I was home. But my family wasn't.

I missed the food that my mom made. I missed the laughs I shared with my dad. I missed the fragrance of spices and heating oil on the stove.

Somebody rings the doorbell and I rush to see what's happening. It's a Swiggy delivery executive.

He brought with him an order from Kasturi - a renowned restaurant chain, specializing in the Bengali cuisine.

You guessed it - Dona.

Dona never missed an opportunity to think about me. Deeply. Without expecting reciprocations.

She placed an order for me because she had my location.

She knew I was missing my family.

She knew I was missing good food.

She did not publicise that she cared about my taste buds.

She just did it.

She placed an order for me - knowing I can finally cherish a homely meal, relishing every bite.

She made me feel a touch of home - when the people who make up my home were in a polar opposite part of the world :)