Dining hall meals fill her stomach, but not her soul

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Chapel Hill, North Carolina, U.S.A. – You would expect that the most challenging part of moving into a university would be the rigorous academics, newfound independence, or homesickness.

While I’ve certainly endured my fair share of insecurity and loneliness, strained my patience waiting for a vacant bathroom or laundry machine, and cried over looming exams, I can confidently say that the most difficult part of my first year of college can be found in the center of campus: the dining hall.

I am not a picky eater. I am, however, used to coming home to a comforting, hot, South Indian meal after a long, challenging day of schoolwork and athletics.

I am used to sharing it with my mom, both of us enjoying the food as much as each other’s company. 

The author’s beloved homemade dosa at left, and the family spice box at right. (Sreehitha Gandluri/YJI)

Frozen Trader Joe’s meals don’t replace the culture, history, and familial love – even if they promise “authentic Indian flavors.” 

When I trudge to the dining hall, I’m usually met with one or two vegetarian hot dishes and a salad bar. I’m grateful for the opportunity to have three square meals, but while a bowl of somewhat questionable tofu may nourish my body, it doesn’t feed my soul. 

It’s not all bad. I’ve become quite adept at navigating the salad bar, and sometimes there will be a tasty selection in the hot bar. I can sip a Diet Coke while chatting with my friends and grab an ice cream cone on the way out.

Dining hall fare. (Sreehitha Gandluri/YJI)

But eating dinner at school is undeniably distinct from the family-centered meals I grew up with that share recipes passed down for generations.

I imagine there are other college students who miss the food from home and its testaments to their immigrant families, stories and cultures. 

While I wait for my next trip home when I can chat with my mom about all my college adventures over hot, steamed rice and sambar, I’ll listen to my Bollywood music, snack on the pappad I brought to my dorm, and FaceTime my family in between classes.

It’s how I stay connected to home in a place that feels so far away.  

Sreehitha Gandluri is a Senior Correspondent and Illustrator with Youth Journalism International. She is a student member of its Board of Directors.