Then there wasn't any wada pao nearby. So I simply had to make do with these words.
And I'm off to find a stall :-)
(photo and eating by Kavi Arasu)
No size zero
no Page 3,
No symmetric patty
ensconced in predictable buns
carefully
accessorized by
a mayo
flowing just so
amidst
a skirting lettuce
pushing the tomato.
But a carbo flamenco
a full size
spicy
hot
capsaicinized
melt-in-the-mouth
tongue tingling
piece
roughly
wrapped up
by
a concerned pao
sometimes
anointed
with red and orange
and sometimes
jalapeno green.
Devoured on an
Indian Run,
multitasking
and multieating
in Mumbai.
Eat your heart out McD
as we rush
under the Golden arches
of our Railway stations....:-))
