the dhaba

A road trip at night on the National Highway...somewhere in the vast plains of Northern India. A stopover...the quintessential dhaba....reminds me....

...of the late nights during college life...when the dhaba was the only place where we could find food.....after turning the final pages of Robbinson, Harrison or Davidson (the sons of Medicine as my room-mate would say) for the day......

...of the road trip as a child...where I tasted my first dal-tarka and aloo-paratha...hot and tasty right out of the frying pan and the tandoor (clay oven)...

....of the long distances during work related travel...where a cup of tea and hot dinner..would refresh us enough to carry on through the night...

...of the night of the fog...where the fog grew so dense..that the only option for the night was a khatiya (cot) in the way side dhaba....

a stop over at the way-side dhaba and the long road ahead

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