Ah, you see a grand feast of 36 courses, wazas as master chefs, and tarami as a shared plate. But from my chatai on the wedding floor? It's a dazzling rumour. My friend's Kashmiri cousin explained it all, but our buffet had one 'wazwan' station—just that fragrant rogan josh, which I ate from a steel thali. My tarami is saving a little in my Brook Bond dabba, hoping one day to taste the real thing.
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