Bread Pakoras and Shormas


Living life through the vector of food.


When I was a hosteler in Medical college, I used to go to Daryaganj –Old Delhi to

eat Bread Pakoras.


Lunch would often be feeding Channa-Kulchas to Squirrels at Firoz Shah Kotla.


The scents, vibrations of those street side snacks, the hot Bread Pakoras coming out and the potato-curry with which we used to relish these, in small containers made of Leaves all stay with me.


Now, staying in Tripoli, I have found another lovely street snack-The Shorma.

Again, the vibration of the market, the lovely way in which they make the snack, right in front of you, and roll in a nice bread and serve it hot, and the oneness and vibrations

One feels all go into making it a unique experience.


Bread Pakoras at Daryaganj-Delhi…Shormas at Shara Omar Mokhtaar-Tripoli



About prashant bhatt

A psychologist, interested in mindfulness practices. I practiced medicine as a radiologist for 23 years in India and Libya as a radiologist before shifting to Canada. A regular diarist, journaling since 1983 Reading journal :
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