AAO SUNAU PAV KI EK KAHANI

 I think I am Pav.

Bizarre, right? Who calls themselves that?

But for the longest time, I was a Peak People Pleaser.
Saying "sorry" came so hesitantly to me that it became second nature—so much so that I didn’t even realize when I started molding myself to fit everywhere. School. College. Work.

I had many sides to me.
There was my soft, natural self—like a freshly baked pav.
Then came the grilling—work, people’s comments—slowly toasting me into something else. Hey, I am Toast Pav.
And on some days, when the pressure was too much, I turned into Kadak Pav.

I was so consumed with blending in that, before I knew it, I was paired with bhaji, samosa, vada, misal, anda—everywhere, with everyone.
Until one day, I stopped.
And I asked myself, Am I really a Pav?
How long will I keep fitting into everything?

Just then, a waiter came up to me.
"Madam, Samosa Pav ya Vada Pav?"

I smiled and said,
"Pav nahi, sirf Vada dedo."