I finished the bhel puri.
A scream fizzed in my throat, ran through the length and breadth of my mouth, till I thought I’d have to let it out. Happily, there were many distractions around: the lights rippling in the lake, the merry boats, the people, the carefully dreamy air out of a film set.
Three minutes later I realized the sting had silently rolled off my tongue.
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