They say it’s the unclean street air, but I think it’s just the right amount of desperation. At home, you can fiddle with the spices. At the cart, that *anda bhurji* is his rent money. My own failure was trying to make the chai from the cart outside the bus stand. Mine tasted thin. His secret, I realised watching him, was one battered kettle never washed, just brewing layer upon layer of tannins into a small, potent fortune.
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