Biryani and Mahatma Gandhi

I remem­ber my first week in india. I could not even drink water. Every­thing tast­ed so spicy to me. I went hun­gry for three days until a friend whom I had come with found out this hotel called Par­adise. They spe­cialise in serv­ing biryani. From my first taste of that dish I can’t pass that hotel when­ev­er I’m in that area.

Although it was a bit spicy as one would expect, but that is some­thing I was ready to bear, con­sid­er­ing the fact that I was hun­gry for days and that the aro­ma of the food could have awok­en even Mahat­ma Gand­hi from his grave. It had such a strong and fresh aro­ma of dif­fer­ent spices that was so sooth­ing to the taste buds, I actu­al­ly for­got the burn­ing on my tongue until I fin­ished eat­ing.”

What a humor­ous, unself­con­scious­ly inno­cent expres­sion!

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  • kenna4uindia

    lol. well you should have eat­en the food, im sure you would have felt the same, from where i come, hot spices are a pun­ish­ment if served in food. thanks