After morning class, I stopped by the old gentleman who fries singada near the bus stand. He still remembers how I like them extra crisp, with a sprinkle of chaat masala, and insists on adding one more to the packet. I ate them on the cycle ride back, the oil seeping through the newspaper, and for those eight kilometres, the ghara did not feel so quiet.
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