Growing up, I never heard my mother say “I’m sorry” out loud. But I came to understand, both as her daughter and as a therapist, that her way of saying sorry, of showing care, was through food. Every meal she made was her way of reaching out, her way of comforting, her way of making people feel loved. Cooking was her language, a quiet way to bring warmth and connection to those around her.

In our family, this love for food—especially Bengali food—runs deep. My father, too, has his own way of showing love: grocery shopping. Every weekend, he goes out, remembering even the smallest things my mom and I mention in passing. Often, he brings home ingredients I haven’t even spoken about but just thought of on my way back home. It’s his way of saying, “I listen, I care, I know what you need.”

The recipes we make are more than just food; they’re memories, stories, and pieces of who we are. Some of these dishes take time and special ingredients, things that make them less common now. But they’re worth it. They’re the flavors that connect us to our roots, the tastes that remind us of home.

At Khawa Dawa, we want to share that feeling with you. We bring you home-cooked Bengali food that isn’t just about taste—it’s about comfort, warmth, and feeling connected. Whether you’re ordering for a gathering or a family meal, we believe you deserve food made with care, using the best ingredients, and carrying the flavors of home.

Every meal we prepare is a celebration of simple, delicious food that brings people together. It’s the food I grew up with—the love my mother put into her cooking, the thoughtfulness my father put into every ingredient. Welcome to Khawa Dawa. Welcome home.