The Parantha Is a Lie: What I Learned in Delhi’s Food Alley
The Alley of Paranthas stretched before me, forty food stalls deep, each one identical to my untrained eye. I had no idea what a parantha was, but I was about to eat one.
The Alley of Paranthas stretched before me, forty food stalls deep, each one identical to my untrained eye. I had no idea what a parantha was, but I was about to eat one.