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Once upon a chole bhature

I wrote this little essay for Roads and Kingdoms. When I pitched the idea, it was going to be all about the food and the flavour and crackle of the sizzling pattice on the tava. Midway through writing it, though, memories of my dad crept in, and I remembered how much food meant to him and how the memory of it is intertwined with how my life turned out.

Writing brings out the strangest memories.

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