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Nabonit is like the awkward teenager of food. It’s halfway between curd and butter. Lord Krishna’s favorite. Usually nice, but sometimes it’s just trying to be cool.
My mom made nabonit for breakfast and I cried. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Nabonit is the reason I failed my math test. I was too busy thinking about it.
Nabonit is like my ex. It’s stuck in between curd and butter and I can’t get it out of my head.