Dosa- A Memoir
Dosa- National Geographic(be like) It was a fateful day, the sun illuminating the dining room through its tinted windows upon the firm wooden table stapled to the ground. I was expecting a casual meal, one without much flare, but one that would do the job right in order to ensure satisfaction and fuel me for the day. What I got was a thin, flat, tortilla shaped chunk of bread with a sizzling cheese dulcet to my ears as it sank into the meal coined as a special South Indian dish. Ten year old me could not think of what to conceive of this queer meal, so instead of pondering it any longer, I bent down and took a parsley test bite. What followed was a spear, tinted with a glossy white pigment and inscribed with markings, paving the way for the future, past, and present all to collide into a universal harmony. What followed was the spark of a revolution, a meal where the slightest mention of its name would flashback the caliber and have me jumping like a subsonic monkey with an overdose o