Acts of unrestraint did attract penance. And, after two soggy days of observance I ended mine with what gallows-birds ask for as last wish. #uncookedwords
Every ride along the Durgapur Expressway would halt at 'Saktigarh' to let travellers soak up syrupy profusion lodged in oblong and fried sweetmeats the world calls 'Lyangcha'. I call them dark spindles of juicy bliss. Or, a Godardesque take on Wilder’s ‘Some Like it Hot’, with the cast unaltered. Firm and darker outer covering a moist core tells a Saktigarh Lyangcha from its limp and fairer variants that sweep urban Calcutta.
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