The Samosa man

I was hungry. Weekends have that effect.A late start and a menacingly growling stomach.If there is a single thought that requires proper and intimate reflection, it is this. 

Choices are the spoiler. I decided to hitchhike on the nowhere of decision making.

100 meters. I see a crowd.

The tea stall.

Well, there is one on every corner. For a country of a billion people obsessed with the drinks its the perfect panacea for a hangover of any kind.

This one is special. My heart leapt. The sight of the mounds of triangle tickled every gastronomic sense in my body. It also told me a decision has been made.

My Break fast and Lunch. Samosa and Tea with a hundred people. Young,Old,Sick,Healthy,Rich,Poor....All that mattered was the Samosa man and the lure of the experience.