It’s a Dosa appreciation Blog.

This is day “I-can’t-remember” of lockdown 4.0. And all I know right now is that I’m craving a Dosa. How amazing are Dosas man.

God created Humans, realized his mistake, then handed us over the recipe of Dosa so that we mortals could cope up with his will.

Dosas are the best food ever. Period.

The crispy Dosas give people hope. The tanginess of Sambhar fills life with Joy and Chutney fills colours.

One cold winter evening, after an accident, I found myself ordering Mysore Masala Dosa at Saravana Bhawan, Connaught Place.

It was Mysore Masala Dosa which flashed before my eyes when the Maruti Swift of a gabru jawan from west smooched the rear of my bike that day.

If the red light at the intersection of Block N and Janpath Road could speak, it would tell the generations to come that some wounded dude wanted Dosa then and there. But scuffles in Delhi takes it time.

One summer morning, when I was badly hungover, I walked 8 kilometres just to find the kind of Sambhar that hits my spot. And obviously Dosa to tell my body parts, everything was fine.

When… You guys get the picture. I just need an excuse to eat Dosa. Wait. I don’t need any excuse to eat Dosa. I can eat Dosa whenever I want. But this fucking lockdown. I don’t know when I’m going to get this opportunity but I find it and guzzle my precious Dosa.

Ah! The Scrumptious Dosas. The Heavenly Bites. I’m sure, I’m going to cry my eyes out next time I eat Dosa.

See you guys later.