The last thing that my mom ate, before giving me birth was Pani puri, at the street side thela. So you can understand the relation between me and pani puri.
I always have a pregnancy like craving for this little puchka made up of wheat flour, filled with potato, spicy chatkedaar pani and a pinch of kaala namak for extra tongue clicking clickety sound.
I salute the person who invented this little piece of yummilious and most lip-smacking treat ever. Every time it enters my mouth and is slowly crushed with my teeth, my tongue oozes with the tangy and spicy flavour of pudina, and my brain freezes temporarily with the kick of delicious taste. My mouth started salivating, Ummm!
Even though when I m on my strict diet chart, Pani Puri is always an exception. I never compromise for it. I think more of it as a detox for my body. It refreshes my mind and so how can it harm my body.
My childhood is spent in a small village. There I did not get a chance to eat Pani Puri on thela. We used to eat homemade Pani Puri cooked by my chachi. No doubt it was equally tasty. Ours was a joint family. We used to sit on the floor in a circle and kept the pani puri stuff in the centre. And then used to eat so much that, had to stand in a queue to attend the toilet.
I m so lucky to get married in Madhya Pradesh’s Ujjain district. The chat here is very famous. Eating pani puri on thela, holding dona in hand and eagerly waiting for our turn, gives the real feel. Especially when we get sukha puri at the end. They just add aaloo, kala namak and barik sev in the puri, which is very tasty and also balances the spicy taste on tongue.
So now, whenever the things are going to get normal which are not right now due to Corona, the first thing I m going to do is, raid the chaat walas for this heavenly treat.
