🍲 What is your actual go to comfort food during Hyderabad's monsoon season?

The moment the first proper monsoon rain hits here every year, my mother without fail starts making a specific version of hot pakoras with extra green chutney, and honestly that combination has become so tied to the actual sound and smell of rain in my head that I genuinely cannot separate the two anymore, one automatically triggers a craving for the other regardless of whether I am actually hungry at that exact moment or not. Beyond that specific family tradition though, I have noticed my own personal monsoon comfort food has shifted a bit over the years depending on where I was living at the time. During my college years staying in a hostel, it was mostly instant noodles made slightly spicier than usual, purely because that was genuinely the easiest thing available in a shared hostel kitchen during heavy rain when nobody wanted to actually step outside for a proper meal. Now living on my own, it has settled into something closer to a simple khichdi with a generous amount of ghee, not particularly exciting to describe, but there is something about a warm bowl of that specific comfort while rain is genuinely hammering against the window that makes the actual simplicity of the dish feel completely correct rather than lacking in any way. Asked a couple of colleagues about their own monsoon comfort food recently just out of curiosity, and the answers varied more than I expected, one swears by nothing except corn on the cob from a specific roadside vendor, another goes for filter coffee paired with absolutely anything fried regardless of what it actually is. Curious what people here actually gravitate toward specifically when the rain starts, is it something tied to a family tradition growing up the way mine is, or has your own preference shifted depending on wherever you happened to be living at different points as an adult?

My own mother's specific pakora recipe is genuinely tied to monsoon in my head the exact same way yours is, one bite and I am immediately back at her kitchen table as a kid regardless of where I am actually sitting right now. Tried recreating it myself a few times as an adult and it never quite comes out the same, missing whatever specific small detail she never actually wrote down anywhere.

Instant noodles made spicier during hostel days matches my own monsoon memory closely too, purely because it was the one thing available that did not require actually leaving the room during heavy rain. These days it has shifted to a simple omelette with extra chili for me, nothing fancy, but paired with the actual sound of rain outside it somehow feels like exactly the right amount of effort.