Rituals & Seasons
Fafda Jalebi, Sunday Morning
Sunday subah Gujarat mein thodi alag hoti hai. Thodi jaldi. Fafda aur jalebi ke beech decide karna nahi hota - dono aate hain.
Sunday subah Gujarat mein thodi alag hoti hai. Thodi jaldi.
Shops khul jaati hain. Line lag jaati hai.
Fafda seedha kadhai se nikalta hai. Patla. Garam. Haath se todte hi toot jaata.
Side mein jalebi. Orange. Chipchipi. Syrup se bhari hui.
Paper pe serve hota hai. Plate nahi.
Upar se thoda sa kadi type chutney. Chutney kuch log lete hain. Kuch nahi.
"Ek plate." "Do fafda, thodi jalebi."
Paper fold hota hai. Haath mein aa jaata hai.
Fafda pehle. Crunch. Seedha. Thoda namkeen. Thoda sa besan ka taste.
Phir jalebi. Seedha ulta. Chipchipa. Meetha. Ungliyon tak pahunch jaata.
"Paper ke neeche oil ka halka stain rehta tha, aur ungliyon pe meetha thodi der aur."
Phir wapas fafda.
Koi rule nahi hota. Par sab aise hi karte hain.
Ghar leke jaate hain. Ya bahar hi khatam.
Sunday ka matlab yahi hota hai.
Time fix nahi hota. Par routine fix hota hai.
Paper ke neeche oil ka halka stain reh jaata. Ungliyon pe meetha.
