About Us

Sharing mum-approved food with the world

A laddu is never just a laddu.

In every Indian home, there’s that one steel dabba that carries more emotion than ingredients.
It shows up during exam season, travels across cities in suitcases, magically appears when you're stressed, and somehow tastes exactly like comfort.

For us, that dabba came from our mum.

Her laddoos weren’t just snacks — they were a language.
A way of saying “I’m thinking of you,” “Take care of yourself,” “You’ve got this,” and sometimes, “You haven’t called in three days, what’s going on?”

Mijbani was born from that feeling.

So, what is Mijbani?

Mijbani means hosting with warmth — feeding people like they’re family, not guests.
It’s the energy of being fussed over, the joy of being fed, the love that’s sneaked into every spoon of roasted flour and every tiny drizzle of ghee.

And we wanted to bring that feeling back.

But in a way that fits today — our commutes, our deadlines, our gyms, our heartbreaks, our flatmates, our Friday-night chai cravings.

So we took our mum’s traditional recipes and made them… us.
Honest ingredients. Zero preservatives. Real textures. Modern flavours.
Nostalgia, but make it everyday-friendly.

Made the mum way (but slightly obsessed with testing).

Every batch is roasted, rolled, and re-tested like we’re trying to get a gold star from mum.

We:

roast everything in small batches
source honest, pantry-level ingredients
tweak recipes till they’re perfect
refuse shortcuts (mum doesn't allow those anyway)
hand-pack each box like it’s going to someone we love

Because it is.

Why we exist

There’s enough “healthy” food that tastes like cardboard.
There’s enough “treats” that make you feel guilty afterward.

We wanted something in between — something that:

feels like home
fuels your day
comforts your 4 p.m. slump
makes your mum proud
and still tastes like an actual laddu, not a science experiment

Mijbani is our way of keeping traditions alive while making them accessible, joyful, and honest.

For whom?

For students pulling all-nighters.
For young professionals surviving on coffee and optimism.
For people living far from home.
For mums who send care packages.
For anyone who misses the warmth of a kitchen that smells like roasting flour.

Basically: for anyone who believes food should feel like a hug.

The promise

No preservatives.
No shortcuts.
No overpromising.
Just laddus made with care, curiosity, and mum-level supervision.

Nostalgic. Nutritious.
Made the way our mums taught us — with love and a little extra ghee.