I remember the wonderful taste of boiled eggs as a child in Baroda how we were witing for something and near a musium papa bought boiled eggs, hot, steaming in cold weather.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Entry for 17 November 2006
Ever noticed how tempting is the food labourers eat, once i saw by the roadside labourers were sitting near mud culha. The mild aroma of thick rotis wafted through the atmosphere, one of them took out an onion and crushed it with his fist, after sprikling onion with salt they sat down to eat this meal. I felt like sharing their meal.