Weekly
for trying us out
- 6 home-style lunches
- Monday to Saturday delivery
- Fresh rotating daily menu
- Pause anytime, no fuss
Tiffin Diaries · since the first home-cooked meal
Freshly cooked every morning, lovingly packed, and delivered warm to your office desk daily — the comfort of home, without the cooking.
Freshly cooked Same-day 4 city zones
from this week's kitchen
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Our Story
I never set out to run a kitchen. I just cooked the way my Aaji taught me — a slow tadka left to bloom until the kitchen smelled of home, atta kneaded fresh that same morning, never a shortcut, never a cube of anything from a packet. One winter I packed an extra tiffin for the young couple next door who were missing their mother’s daal.
By the next month there were four dabbas going out the door, then nine, then a quiet line of steel tiffins waiting on my counter each morning. Word travels the way good food does — gently, and from one full heart to another. People weren’t paying for convenience; they were paying to taste a little of being looked after.
That is all Tiffin Diaries has ever tried to be. We still roast our own masalas, still let the rajma simmer the long way, still pack each lid as if it were going to someone we love. Because, in every house we reach, it is.
No shortcuts. Just patience, fresh atta, and a slow flame.
— with love, the Tiffin Diaries kitchen
tiffin plans, made with love
no contracts, just hot food and full hearts
Weekly
for trying us out
Monthly
the everyday favourite
Family
generous portions for two
All plans cooked fresh each morning · cancel or switch whenever you like
Beyond the daily dabba
When the table grows beyond the family, our kitchen grows with it. We cook for small, intimate events — birthdays, anniversaries, house blessings — the same way we cook your weekday tiffin: unhurried, seasonal, made to order. We also prepare pooja & havan bhog and prasad: pure-veg, satvik, with no-onion-no-garlic menus on request, so the offering stays as clean and devotional as the occasion deserves.
intimate gatherings · havan · satsang · housewarming
straight from the dabba
little notes left on our board, ghar se ghar tak
It tastes exactly like my Aaji's kitchen — the dal, the soft phulkas, that little tadka smell when I open the box at 1pm sharp. I almost teared up the first day.
Pure Jain food that actually has flavour — no onion, no garlic, and still I look forward to lunch every single day. Finally someone gets it right.
They catered our Satyanarayan pooja for forty people and not one thing was late or lukewarm. My mother-in-law asked for the recipe. That never happens.
12:30 every afternoon, rain or rush hour, the dabba is at my desk. Warm, balanced, never oily. It is the most reliable thing in my whole week.
Moved to Mumbai alone and these tiffins kept me fed and a little less homesick. The Sunday special sabzi is exactly how Mummy makes it. Thank you, really.