I wanted to eat something warm. The drizzle set the mood. So I went to the food stall in my floor to grab a sandwich. Stall fellow missing. I ran all the way in the rain to the cafeteria (Usenseless Bolt) to appease my unrelenting hunger. The menu had the usual items and my usual choice is Butter Upma Dosa. I'm (kind of) exercising some restraint over my food intake, so I decided to go for Rava Masala Dosa. I hate the size of the chutney bowl. One is not enough, two are too much. Besides when I order Butter Upma Dosa one bowl mostly does the job because Upma Dosa tastes just fine without chutney. In that habit I picked just a bowl (after carefully rejecting the second bowl because I wouldn't want to waste anything) and proceeded to a warm seat - Ah, no - a seat in a warm area.
First morsel of Masala and I regretted my choice. The Masala was not good and the chutney wouldn't suffice. When I almost finished my chutney I remembered I got Corn Dosa for dinner (Diabetic lord!) and this was as wrong a choice as Charmy Kaur in Pournami's climax. 11th July - Dosa day? This precious realization dawned upon me when I was comparing the taste of this chutney to home made chutney, which flashed the scene (without the black and white whorls) of me storing the groundnut chutney in the fridge on my office floor today.
Alright, at least I'm not having too much food. Wait! Who will eat the absolutely tender, juicy and forgotten mango slices I got to eat during today evening?
Katrina, please come read the Aam Sutra for me.
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