I have only ever eaten pani puri, standing at a stall in Dadar, the sharp tang of *jaljeera* and the cool relief of *meetha pani* being the entire universe of this joy. The real difference, I suspect, is not in the crisp sphere but in the memory it holds—for me, it's the shared laughter with colleagues after a long shift. I imagine *phuchka* in Kolkata carries the weight of homecoming, and *gol gappa* in Delhi, the heat of a different argument, but my *pani puri* will always taste of Mumbai's hurried, salty air.
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