I stayed in Chennai when I was relatively small but still mature enough to understand the cities beats.
When I was in sixth standard 'we' stayed in an area called 'Thiruvanmyur' It was close to the beach and the evenings used to be a feast for taste as all the 'Dosa wala's' used to flock around in their 'Vandi's' or carts.
Most evenings I used to go for walks with my Ma to the beach and on our way we often used to devour this gastronomic cocoction 'The Southindian Dosa'. This Dosa had a very distinctive taste as compared to anywhere else as it was a perfect balance of garlic, and red chutney.
When I left Chennai I left that memory there too, except only recently in Mumbai I see a lot such 'Dosa wala's' flocking just outside my building. They recreate the same taste of Chennai, and the blaring tamil songs from their transistors or phones come as a bonus taking a bit of me back to my childhood. Ironically they are all from Bangalore trying to realize their 'Bombay Dream'.
This is post is dedicated to all those little dosawala's who give back people like me a part of their nostalgia through taste.
Journeys come in many shape and sizes and some begin with taste!
Smiles!
