The Day a Mysore Bajji Gave Me a Nose Ring
People often ask me about my nose ring. Some think I've had it since childhood, some ask if it hurt, and a few simply say it suits my face. What nobody expects is for me to begin the story with... a Mysore bajji. Trust me. It'll all make sense by the end. Now, nothing can ever replace masala dosa in my life. That's my forever favorite breakfast. But if you ask me to pick one deep-fried breakfast, it's Mysore bajji without thinking twice. Poori comes next. Vada? We've never really been friends. 😄 The funny part is, Mysore bajji wasn't something Amma made often. At home it was mostly idli, dosa, upma or pongal, and if something was deep fried, it was almost always poori. Maybe that's exactly why Mysore bajji felt so special whenever I got to eat it outside. During my engineering days, I used to visit one of my closest friends from intermediate (classes 11, 12) quite often. We still meet today, which makes me really happy. Near her house was a tiny roadside ba...