"You believe in precision," Alankrita observed quietly while reviewing notes.
"Of course."
"You speak about cooking almost like strategy."
"It is strategy."
She smiled slightly.
"I think food is memory."
He looked at her.
"Memory?"
"The meals people remember are rarely technically perfect ones."
He remained silent.
She continued softly.
"They remember who made it."
The room became quiet.
Damiano leaned back slightly.
Most journalists wanted headlines.
Controversies.
Arguments.
She wanted understanding.
That was new.
Unexpectedly new.
"You think differently from other journalists."
Alankrita smiled politely.
"I think everyone thinks differently."
For the first time that afternoon,
the famous chef almost smiled.
Almost.
The interview continued.
Neither realising that somewhere back in the magazine office...
a small boy named Raghuveer was probably conquering another heart.
Again.
As usual.
And neither realising that this interview would become far more important than either of them expected.