My Boss Is My Tormentor
Rose exclaimed, her exasperation clear on her face as she held a 'Golgappa' (a crispy hollow round disks made from flour and eaten after filling spicy and sour water made of chillies and other spices) to my mouth.
I arched an eyebrow at her language. She pursed her lips, and muttered something under her breath then said through gritted teeth. “Please.” And, I opened mouth for her to slide it in. The taste of that thing dissolved inside my mouth. Salty and spicy. A flavour of lemon. Tangy. And, the slight hint of sweetness that she had told the man standing behind the stall to put for me, considering I didn’t like very spicy things. It was kind of tasty, I have to admit it.