Me , a ribbon, the great ribbon pakodi (Fried snack or Fritter )[Completely invalid entry for the story contest, hence no points & cc]
Hai I am ribbon, and I am fondly called ribbon pakodi. I am born in the kitchen of a sweet shop. Why I got the name because, my master prepares a dough out of Maida, add all the ingredients like Jeera, salt, pepper and ghee that would make me more smooth dough to handle with ease.
Once ready, my master would put me into a kitchen utility which has the curving of opening at the bottom as ribbon formation at the end. He would stuff me inside and press hard so that my birth takes place as ribbon and I was well allowed to be fried in the hot pan containing ground nut oil.
The process would take some time for that crisp variety of ribbons to form in brown and then dark brown color. And now I am being shifted to a big tray kept beside other items of the savories and sweets being sold to the regular and daily customers.
Most of my customers are children. As soon they see me, they demand their parents to order ribbon pakoda at once and thus I am packed at once and being sealed to be sold to the customers for a cost. Thus my journey from the shop to the home comes through various roads and by lanes.
Once I am at the house, the children wont wait and immediately demand that I may be served and they feel happy. For many children I am the regular snack for daily evenings and school snack box. But the problem with me that I cannot stay alive for long. I cannot be stored in the shelf, I cannot be shifted inside the fridge, therefore I have to be taken immediately after purchase and therefore my gestation period is very less.
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