If there’s anything magical in this world like music and poetry, that must be — SINGARA.

It’s a muse. It’s mysteriously layered. Its mesmerizing smell will haunt you from distant horizon. One bite will never be enough, you’ll be miserably trapped in its very own savory and spicy delicacy that it will keep you restless to long for more and more.

Piyaz and morich with a bit of bit-salt! All of a sudden, an involuntary shudder passes through you. You feel too good, soo good and you feel like being indulged in the taste closing your eyes and dive into the Flavour festival carrying out in your mouth. Umm hmm. I need more of it, you tell yourself. You fixedly look around whether anyone else is taking over your singara before you do. Suddenly the plate is empty.

~ Everyday Tale
~ Singara is a bliss

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