Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Sacred water

There's Zam Zam grocery store. My husband knew the story of Zamzam Well.
While reading The tea and sage poem, I came across Hagar which summarised the story of zamzam.

We had soggy samosas, huge Paratha roll with good serving of tandoori chicken (while ordering this I mistook it for stuffed paratha) , chicken tikka masala with its sauce that tastes like pickle, Sindhi biryani with goat (The bones looked like such wide, hollow that you could shove pencils through it. They looked like bangles worn by the lambada reibe in AndhraPradesh) from there.

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