On the weekend we decided that we would finally go to the Parsi Dhramsala and I would go to the Agiary. Half the incentive came from my longing to go say a full prayer and the other half came from my boyfriend’s longing to eat patra-ni-machi. (Since he is more bawa than most bawas in his food habits, including akoori!)
I got up, only to discover that we didn’t have water that morning and I couldn’t have a bath. Half the incentive died, and I went back to sleep. But the other half was alive as ever, chewing my brains incessantly over how we would get something nice. And he went on listing endlessly; they may have kababs sassanian had, or dhansak since it’s a Sunday, Sali-boti etc..etc… till I gave the logic that we don’t even know if it will be there, and I can’t go to the fire-temple without a bath anyway, so why go that far and get disappointed. And I went back to sleep again.
SO!… he pulled himself out of bed, groggily searched for the delhi city guide, found the number of the dharamsala on the ‘places of worship’ page (all this while I was asleep) gave me the phone and the book, and sat there staring till I had to get up!
I reluctantly called, asked about Agiary timings, … and gingerely continued to … what went like this –
Me: Aunty one last thing, do you have patra-ni-machi
Aunty: WHAT?
Me: Will your canteen be having patra-ni-machi
Aunty: Patra-ni-machi? At the moment? Not at the moment…where are you calling from, you are not from delhi? (By now I wanted to hang up)
Me: No aunty, I’m from bombay.
Aunty: Dikra in garmi we don’t have patra-ni-machi …(before I could ask for anything more she contd.) … infact we don’t have any machi! Phone slammed. Search for para-ni-machi ended. It has been temporarily suspended till further notice…
AND my mom makes the best patra-ni-machi in the world…
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Quite interesting... Ouch
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