Two elderly rivals in Basavanagudi’s famous eatery, Vidyarthi Bhavan, have argued every morning for 30 years over the perfect kesaribath recipe. Their grandchildren—a chef and a food blogger—pretend to date to get them to reconcile. But the pretend love becomes real over crispy dosas, stolen glances, and a shared love for old Mysore.
"You don't have to do this," she said without turning. "You can tell your parents I was rude. Boring. That I smell."
"Ananya," he said, "I don't have a GitHub profile. But I have a heart that writes only your name in rain. Will you be the syntax to my chaos?"