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Vada Pav

Had a solitary Vada Pav in the office for a staggering Rs.10. Reminded me of simpler times when I would dig into this local delicacy during my Pune days. The cheapest ones would cost Rs.2, while the most expensive ones were worth no more than Rs.3.50 apiece.

I miss those days. Sameera must be enjoying himself in my sacred city. Damn that fellow? Why should he have all the luck?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Khao vada-pav bhajiya
Aur bolo, Ganpati Bappa Morya!!!

That is all that they do in your sacred city.
Monday, March 20, 2006 12:45:00 PM
Deepanjan said…
This is preposterous! How dare u!
Monday, March 20, 2006 2:20:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I'm finally convinced to try the vada pav...sure nothing could drive me to look forward to a veg dish in my life ever before!....God,i don't believe this.
Monday, March 27, 2006 8:24:00 PM
Deepanjan said…
It's really not that big a deal in most parts of Maharashtra. It's the commoner's way of consuming something inexpensive and tasty.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006 4:51:00 AM
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