Strolling down the old Commercial Drive, I savored good old memories from the college days. Poor but filled with genuine intellectually charged curiosity.. The street wasn't changed much so does other part of the city; street musicians and sellers entertained passers-by and who was I not to be amused by their sweet encounters. Went to my usual corner of the Indian restaurant at the tip of the street and ordered a Chicken Masala fully loaded with thousands of unknown spices enough to burn my tongue; I made sure they put enough hotness in the dish. Mouth burnt and nose suffered as much, but I never left a drop of it. The chef gave me a proud smile.
Apetited Vicky, my little puppy, who troulbed the Pacific to accompany me here also finished her portion of puppy-bites. I bought a nice piece of puppy tooth brush from a pet shop today.
