A small motorcycle, its powerful engine belying its exterior, sped through Cochin, heading towards the group of people gathered around a small thela. To a disinterested observer it is merely one more bike, making sounds of zham-zhoom.
Excited voices were silenced as eyes were drawn to a figure that approached towards “Yadav bhel puri thela”. His shrouded figure was draped in woolen attire that accentuated his tall slender body, with color of orange shades peeping the gap of it. This was no ordinary man, he was me… Abhilash… : )
Another tall figure Jk took his legs off the byke and followed me. We went to the person running yadav Bhel puri and ordered “Bhaiya do bhel puri parcel”. I can see many people crowded around the thela to make their taste buds feel the salty-spicy-sweet taste of Yadav’s recipes. In Ernakulam and entire Cochin you could see a lot of yadav’s running chat, bhelpuri and pani puri thelas.
They have their empire and their staffs to promote their north Indian snacks that are sold at affordable but pocket-breaking prize. They break samosas and call it chat, they mix murmura with mixtures, sauss and call it bhel puri, they put coloured water in small puris and call it pani puri. I complain a lot about their recipe prize but still like to have them.
This guy was lacking my favourite dish called “Dabeli” in his small wooden-built shop. It is a pav with half cut, stuffed with onions and spicy masala. It tastes awesome.
We took the parcel home and enjoyed eating it. People at Cochin gather around 5.30 to 6 PM in front of these thelas chatting, murmerring, discussing ideas and eating the chats and bhel puri’s. My mother used to prepare them at home.
I get most of the things here in Kerala but still miss the north. I will make all my desires come true on November 28th when I will be back home.