Reliving fond childhood memories through a staple Maharashtrian breakfast called 'misal pav'
On this glorious morning in beautiful Pune, my heart made a beeline to a small stall serving this dish, and the last I remember having this was in past life.
How long has it been since I came down here. About seven years.
The last I was here was when I was managing a tour of a few Eastern European Dj's and there's little I remember about that time except getting exasperated over trivial technical issues.
But today, today in the middle of a watertight schedule I'm going to permit myself to gorge on all that I remember.
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