Dinner at Agashiye

went to dinner with my father and some of his students. to a place called Agashiye. twas a most beautiful house, wood-worked and latticed, opposite a mosque, in a neighbourhood that bore an eerie resemblance to the cantonement area in bangalore. all very seventy-years-ago in feel.
with that lovely amdavadi breeze.
but the food. oh dear. i do not like sugar in my dal, and in my potatoes, and in my paneer, and in my moong ki sabji. no i do not. the rose flavoured ice cream was wonderful though.