When it started drizzling in our village today and the weather changed suddenly pulling the night much closer… in that twilight… cometh the chilling winter breeze cometh the looming shadows of a sardonic cult… I saw a group of witches made of mint, potato and spices, popping out of our stilt oven and they all cornered a red hot Samurai warrior who was a descendent of Guntur Mirchi. The witches wanted to consume the warrior and lo commences a great fight.. Mint versus Mirchi.. Potatos joining forces with Chickpea flour and pitched straight into the depths of corn oil.. oh! The smell of fallen onions everywhere and the cries of coriander severed and chopped mercilessly.. Its a war the world has never seen through my eyes.. Oh! Its a war of the worlds.. You should have been here.
ఆలూ పుదీనా బోండాలు ఆవురావురుమని తినేసాం ఉల్లి కారం చట్నీ నంజుకుని 😉 అంతే!! 😛