January, the 15th, 2015…
As I was strolling along the streets near my college, my tongue fell prey to all the aromas and flavours of the street side food. My mouth was watering from the delightful smell of the masalas emanating from the various stalls, and my stomach was crying for proper food, having being tortured for many months, with the barely edible food served in the hostels. It was a great set up for a great fable – one featuring my stomach, and an unlikely antagonist.
Phood and Filosophy 