Unlike many girl children,
I was indulged so very much
by my doting Baba
who was my personal genie
and conjured up things,
as I demanded,
That purple and black
beaded hair band,
tikki chaat with chhole,
a very gaudy red clutch,
a pair of toe rings which
I wore in my fingers,
Orange-flavoured ice lollies,
my first ever Barbie doll
much to the chagrin of
my Amma and Mom.
Hordes of bows and arrows
from the Dussehra mela,
It just went on and on.
But that one thing that
stands out among these
indulgences,
was the first ever taste
of mouth-wateringly delicious
Masala dosa,
served with a delectable
coconut chutney
and tangy sambar,
unlike anything I had eaten
in my precocious six years,
starting a love affair
of a life time
with this crispy,
meltingly divine,
ghee roasted crepe.
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