A Visit To The Street Food Lane

It’s been a hard day’s night, and I’ve been working like a dog. So street food it is!

A street food vendor in my city cooks on a hot, square hot plate. Author’s image.

This was a particularly hard week!

Things have been busy at our dental clinic

People have been drinking refrigerated water in the heat, developing pain in long-neglected cavities, and have been plucking away at me, asking for emergency appointments.

One lady slipped on a wet floor in her own home and broke a tooth. Both her sons called me — one from Jamshedpur and one from Pune, on the Monday after Mother’s Day, in an utter panic about their mother. I thought two ladies fell because of their contrasting stories — fortunately, there was just one who did. Brothers — maybe call each other before you call the dentist you have on Speed Dial?

My backroom’s been hectic on Medium, though I didn’t publish anything this week

Meanwhile, I was rash enough to submit articles last Sunday to not one, but TWO of Medium’s most stringent pubs— Middle-Pause and Contemplate. Margie Pearl, Marilyn Flower, Cindy Heath, Debbie Walker, and Susan Brearley have made me aware of just how much I have yet to grow as a writer. In one private note, Susan Brearley politely…