A fifth Postcard from Amritsar
A trayfull of samosas ready for the big fry. I first ate real Indian food as a very young ex-pat kid in Kuwait. Our next door neighbour, Aunty Padma, would sometimes call me in on the way back from school saying, to my ears, "I've just made some osas, would you like one?". Osas they remained for an embarrasingly long time.
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Some osas are yummy... :)
Beautiful symmetries of samosas and plates lying below.
Revisiting this I think I should crop the top a little, there seems to be a random forearm at the top of the picture. Some osas are still delicious though.
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