Burp! (Blog #107) Memories are always confusing, they suddenly erupt from nowhere with just a mentioning of thename. One particular memory of my childhood that I recollect when somebody asked me to share the best food experience I ever had. Then I narrated him, a very short story- Every year my family goes to visit the religious place in Rajasthan (Nakodaji). On one such particular trip, we were returning from Nakodaji. It was hot afternoon time, the temperature outside was soaring and we were driving through a road with only desert around us. I was 14years old kid who was…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra