Benevolence-&-honor-of-a-Teacher (or something like that)-rather-than-Food-Stamps led my adventure to ethnic I'd kind of left alone for a while, due to those traumatic workplace experiences in Indian-Pakistani cuisine...however, I can't lie. The musica, the Sabzi Curry, the whole vibe...I've so missed you. Rehman Zahid, wherever U be, sending U Love. And the chai? Water to my triple water sign soul...Medicine. It was so amazing, I questioned how anything that perfect could be real. All I could do was talk about World Peace & going to Mysore.
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