Wraps, pastas, sandwiches, smoothies ...
but when she comes home, she only has desi food.
When she met me in Paris this time, I suggested that we could look for some nice Indian restaurants.
But she shrugged it off saying she did not want to waste a weekend in Paris, seeking Indian khaana.
And we lived it up ... the French dream of creamy coffee 'n flaky croissants, or wine 'n more, at every pavement cafe.
After the best two days ever, we found ourselves at the Railway Station, from where she had to take the train back to London.
Happy discovery that nammu Saravana Bhavan was just opposite the station and we had time to kill.
So we settled down in a noisy, busy, very familiar Saravana Bhavan and ordered a dosa for Shik.
It made me so happy to watch her calmly eat her saada dosa.
Then of course, it was time for her to board her train and as usual, I embarassed her, by weeping uncontrollably. I can never stop myself, much to her horror!!!
If someone asked me what the highlight of my trip to Gay Paree was, setting aside the museums, the galleries, a wonder of the world, the divine wine ...
it would have to be that peaceful moment in Saravana Bhavan, when I finally got to see my jigar-ka-tukda tucking into desi food.
Like they say, you can take a girl to Paris, but you can't take the Indian Mom out of her!!!
