Let the buds go nuts.

A Poem by Bennett

If you happen to be one of those who is smitten by Golappa aka Panipuri, feel blessed to have attained Nirvana.

The crisp, sip and the grip that you helm on my gastronomical slant is a blend of meetha and Khatta. Be it sujji or atta, you have made me go Sparta. You come in tens and twenties but leave my aspiration to plenties. Summer blues or monsoon dews, the yearning brews amidst the queues. I cave in to your talismanic culinary delight, to replenish the palate, in your might.

- Slurp till you burp!