"phir besan mein haldi... namak... aur kali mirch daalti ho..." he is whispering intimately,
"... pyaar se."
then you put in the gram flour, turmeric... salt... and black pepper...
with love.
"tel ko gas pe rakhti ho...aur phir dheere dheere besan se covered aaloo usme chhorti ho... aur phir kuchh hota hai..."
you put the oil (the wok) on the fire... and then very slowly you take the besan coated potatoes and drop them into the oil... and then something happens...
"kya?" asks the girl, disconcereted, almost dizzy.
what?
"pakode... banne lagte hain... kadai mein dheere dheere upar uthne lagte hain... aur banate hue.. tumhe unki khushboo aati hai..."
the fritters.. they start getting ready... slowly they start to float up... and as you cook, you get their aroma...
"aur phir... tum woh ek ek karke bahar nikalti ho..."
and then you take them out.. one by one...
"aur phir tum.. aur main, pyaar bhari baatein karte hue un pakodo ko khate hain..."
and then, you and i, while talking to each other tenderly, eat those fritters...
"hum ek chak-"
let me taste one-
poor girl.
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