This is a song about a guy hating his wife’s food, and then reminiscing on how good was his mother’s food. 

She’s got a hand that it seems to me,

reminds me of roadside seweries,

where everything was as dull as,

the five star chai.

Now and then,

My mother cooked,

the way she stirred,

the way she looked,

and I swear on god,

It was the world’s best Halwa Fry.

Wo-oo-oh,

Sweet Halwa Of Mine,

Wo-oo-oh,

Sweet Halwa Of Mine.

Where do we eat now.

Where do we eat now.

Where do we eat.

Where do we eat now.

Sameer Jha.

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