Dosais and lunches
Smell is a powerful thing. It can transport you across
oceans, across time, decades behind.
It was my usual Caltrain morning ride. I picked my single
seat on top, set my bags and was just getting my laptop out, when this smell
hit me. It was the smell of warm dosais coming from a perspiring lunch box.
It took me back to the time when my mom would pack a similar
lunch box for me. Warm soggy dosais with sugar to take to school. And the time
my mom would pack a MTR Rava Idlis with milagai podi for my bus ride back to
Mysore. And the time my mom would pack a whole box of Poruchu Kozhambu saadam
to share with my friends at work.
Whoever you are, eating those dosais right now, indulge.
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