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கையாலே சுட்ட தோசை, நெஞ்சாலே சுட்ட கவிதை. (Hand-toasted dosa, heart-toasted poetr
He runs a small millet-dosa stall near the Nungambakkam station, trying to make his late grandmother's recipes work in a fast city. The profit margins keep him up at night, but seeing the same office-goers return each morning for his 'karuveppilai dosa' makes his chest swell with quiet pride.
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