We live every moment of life in flavours. Each of us has experienced a bittersweet aftertaste of argument with a loved one, a sour realization of loss and a hot spicy sensation of seduction. These flavours don’t discriminate or judge on basis of your preferences. Out of the kaleidoscopic variety of visual delights offered across the world, I somehow remain fixated on Indian curries. The aromas of various oils, whiffs of mustard and cumin and garnishes of coriander and scraped coconut may just be a few hallmarks but the real elements that bring flavour to these delicacies are small intricacies of Indian life.
Some passionate insights to heart of a monstrosity called Mumbai. From urban melancholy to serenity of shrines, bollywood masala and basic instincts , pink and tangy Soul curry sums up my experiences. Take a sip and see if it reminds you of rich and zesty co-existence of a million gradients of sexualities in this commercial capital of the land of Kamasutra
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Pink Indian Curries
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