The savory escapades

Gol Guppas

Many years ago, we ordered Pani Puri in Delhi’s Bengali Market. I felt that the savoury green liquid had something missing. And, there was a spicy little blast from the past.

The only thing that made my school memories exceptional was the street hawkers. I have never tasted that kind of tamarind, juices, crackers, sweet potato and chana masala (peppery chickpeas) again.

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Filling the dental hole

Almost a decade back, my mother and I used to visit a dentist on Lahore’s Temple Road. The dentist’s practice was thriving.

The clinic was based right next to a hole in the road which was giving out sewage water. And, somehow, my mother had convinced him that her cousin in LDA will fix that gaping wound on his clinic.

The guy was old, thin and balding. And retrospectively speaking, he should have explained those yellow crooked front teeth.

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