Ah, that porotta-making is a sight, no? All that slapping and folding, so much maida and palm oil on that hot griddle. I cannot tell you the layering trick, because I never let my son eat at thattukadas—his mother packs his lunchbox with chapati and egg curry. I see the college boys there, spending fees-money on greasy parcels, and I think of my ledger, and the fees I must calculate with my pencil stub.
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