(Just found this piece of text that was penned long ago, hidden in some folder in my D drive)
2nd
June, 2014
1823
hours
“Golgappe!!” Sam uttered. Just with the
mention of the word, tides of saliva began to rise inside my mouth. Fifteen
minutes earlier, I had blissfully accepted my friend Sam’s invitation to roam
around ‘The United States Of Pimple’ (read Pimple Saudagar, Pimple Nilakh and
PimpleGaurav). I wondered which wonderland I was wandering in. I could see numerous skyscrapers rising from
the earth. And I had never thought, one left turn on the road could bring me to
‘love of my life – THE GOLGAPPE’.
The
booth hoarding read ‘Ganesha Special Panipuri’
. I was too ecstatic about the crispy little balls. My eyes were wide open in
delight, enjoying the sight of the ‘bhaiya’
taking out panipuri, cracking open
it, stuffing it with spicy mashed potatoes, tamarind chutney and finally adding
a hint of mint. The small waves of the spicy water lashing against the walls of
the container sent vibes of joy into me.
And
then came the moment when I finally had my first ever ‘golgappa’ in Pune. Having been in Chennai for 2.5 years, I had
missed the taste. It was an emotional
reunion of Ashima and the heavenly ‘Golgappa’.
“Madam,
Ek aur plate?”(Madam , One more plate
needed??). The words penetrated deep into me and I just could not say NO.
I
had had eighteen ‘Golgappe’ back to
back and we disappeared in streets in search of some other shanty, as soon as
Sam realized that people were staring at me as if I were some nincompoop Neanderthal
from some barbaric civilization.
P.S.
‘Golgappe’ and ‘Panipuri’ are interchangeable terms. I am mentioning it because I
don’t want MNS to stand against my this post and say I have erupted their
version of Panipuri J
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