HAPPILY EVER AFTER

potato-love1samosaHAPPILY EVER AFTER

Aloo was lonely. He had traveled the world. Far from his homeland in South America he had travelled with the Spanish Armada and the Portuguese galleons and even with the English pirates. He was celebrated in Europe, especially England, where he was paired off with boiled mutton and sometimes with roast beef. In Ireland he became the staple diet.

Now he had moved to distant India with the Europeans. He was welcomed here. The land suited him. It reminded him of his homeland. He had found many partners here. In the northern part, he was paired off with Poori. Further north he had an intense and close relation with the paratha. So much so, that they were known as ’ aloo ki paratha’ as a couple. In the east he was again paired with meat, but this time in a curry. In the west he was paired once again with another European import, the bun, known here as ‘pao’. Vada pao was quite an item here. He was there in golgappa, partnered gobi, palak, methi, with various degrees of success. In fact, with gobi it looked like a bond made in heaven, and with besan as aloo chop he was a runaway hit. In the south he was wed to the plain dosa, to bring masala to her life.

But something was missing .He wanted that special something. The  x-factor. The chemistry. Something that would not be limited by regional bias. Something that would pass the test of time. Something that would suppress their individual identities and where they would be known as a single entity for eternity, happily ever after.

Then it happened! She was a square piece of dough, soaked in oil. Peculiar looking. But something called out to aloo’s soul. He leapt into her arms. She wrapped herself around him. He was totally engulfed by her. They made a peculiar shape, not smooth at all, but angular. In fact, triangular. A love triangle? Not the most portent of signs for happily ever after. But nothing mattered to the crazy couple. The temperature soared. They were tried ,or should we say fried, in fire, or rather, boiling oil! They reached climax! No more could they be recognized independently. They had fused to be something new and exciting. It was the SAMOSA! T .They were the hottest couple in town. But known as a singular number; golden hot and angular. They were the toast of the country, ignoring narrow regional boundaries. International one too! They passed the test of time. Aloo and dough, lived together in  perfect harmony, happily ever after.

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33 Comments

  1. Just so CREATIVE, I had to say it in caps. “She wrapped herself around him. He was totally engulfed by her” and ‘the hottest couple’ and Soumya, you are getting better by the day! Just who would have thought this for happily ever after, except one who recently enjoyed eating those or is still lusting after some. 😀

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  2. Mast hai Dost ! Regret will remain eternal with me all my life that our friend diabetes mellitus shall be the Iron Wall preventing me from Enjoying the delectable SAMOSA . When R u in Delhi ! May be I could treat you to some of those at my Favourite Haunt the Delhi Gymkhana !

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  3. I must say – after reading this I’m craving for Samosa! Damn well thought of and a delicious piece!

    Where do you get such whacky ideas from?

    Gimme more!

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