Dear friend,
When you open one of our pouches, you're not opening a "product". You're opening a Sunday in 1967.
You're tasting Ba Lilavantiben's hand, my Dada Bhupatrai's patience, my father's stubbornness about the muthia, and my obsession with making it travel without losing a single note. Four generations of one family that never quite figured out how to do anything else.
Whether you're in Mumbai, Morbi or Massachusetts, come hungry. We'll be here.
Ketvik Thakar
Fourth generation · Morbi, Gujarat



