A Feast for the Senses

Your nose knows when you’ve reached your destination, and your tongue begins to water, as if on cue. It’s a feast for your senses and you get all caught up in it, all intoxicated by just whiff of whats coming your way.

Your eyes water from all the smoke, or may be it’s just tears of happiness seeing all the food that’s making your stomach to rumble and your tongue to salivate, it’s like you are in food heaven (well if your non-vegetarian, the vegetarians can stick to the sweet meat). It like your eyes and tongue are having a competition with each other with regard to whom can shed the most liquid. Your sensory seem to be working over time as your eyes Feast on the sights of rows of malai chicken, chicken tikkas, hara bara kebabs, tandoori chickens, causing your mouth to water, leaving you wondering ab main kya kaho?

The stacks of pherni, white and yellow, another idli like delicacy (who’s name I don’t know) satiates your sweet tooth, and serve for does who don’t have a stomach for the street spread that’s there, for the vegetarian. Not to leave out the those deliciously tempting maalpoa, floating in the oil (this is no place for the figure conscious, the health conscious), like little yellow splosh, sizzling as it fried in deep oil as you try to get it all on camera, trying not to drool over it. 

So its your diet out of the window, forgotten for the day. It’s time to enjoy yourself, and savour what’s laid in front of you, let your senses Feast. So it’s Feast now, fret later. Don’t you worry you’ll find a way to loose those inches, kilos you piled on.

It’s a literal melting pot. People busy preparing the delicacies over the coal, over chulas, sweating out on a hot summer’s evening and over their grills. And the people sweating from all the heat and the smoke but not bothering about it at all just enjoying their food. It’s a melting pot of people from all walks of life, from all strata of society, melding together, being fused together. More than people opening their roza, you have people of every religion, people of every age, office goers, college kids, school kids, grandmothers, housewives, all together in one place. Busy trying to capture every moment, every delicacy, every selfie. Thankfully the street ain’t too crowded today.

People busy munching away, people savouring every dish, people buying, haggling, clicking photos and selfies, beggars tugging at your clothes begging for cash to spare, or food to share. Everywhere you are people taking I the food and experience. So when you leave you leave with a belly full with good food and head filled with good memories, which is indeed a Feast for the senses.