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Growing
up,
my
sisters
and
I
would
call
this
place
samosa
shop!
Our
Baba
would
take
us
here
so
often
that
the
staff
had
become
familiar
with
us.
When
our
Mama
was
hospitalised
for
a
year,
our
trips
here
became
more
frequent
since
our
full
time
working
father
often
did
not
have
the
time
to
cook
after
work.
We
would
eat
in
the
shop
and
always
ask
for
extra
chutney!
We
must
have
looked
like
a
real
sight
-
three
little
girls,
9,
6
and
4
years
old,
all
stood
in
a
line
at
the
tables,
not
even
tall
enough
to
reach
the
counters,
still
in
school
uniform.
And
we
would
chomp
those
samosas
down!
Even
today,
just
one
bite
of
their
delicious
hot
veggie
samosas
and
one
slurp
of
their
chutney
will
take
me
all
the
way
back
to
my
childhood.
Food
is
such
a
powerful
thing,
it
can
even
act
as
a
time
machine!
As
young
girls
who
were
living
without
their
mother,
this
was
one
of
only
things
we
looked
forward
to.
We
never
got
sick
of
them.
Fast
forward
a
couple
of
years.
During
high
school,
I
absolutely
hated
PE
so
I’d
get
my
Baba
to
write
me
a
note
saying
I
had
a
“dentist
appointment”
during
my
PE
lessons
which
were
always
on
a
Wednesday
afternoon.
He’d
pick
me
up
and
we’d
go
to
“samosa
shop”
and
have
lunch
and
then
come
back
after
3:15pm
to
my
unsuspecting
Mother!
My
Father
would
pretend
he’d
just
picked
me
up
from
school.
What
a
time!
Those
were
the
good
old
days
when
their
samosas
were
still
40
pence
a
piece.
I’m
married
now,
and
have
moved
out,
but
every
time
I
come
home,
I
ask
my
Baba
to
get
me
some
veggie
samosas
and
extra
chutney.
I’m
too
old
to
eat
them
in
the
shop
now,
so
he’ll
bring
them
home
and
we’ll
eat
them
together.
Prices
have
increased
here,
just
as
they
have
everywhere.
Still
worth
every
penny
though!
There’s
magical
time
travelling
properties
in
their
hot
pastry
stuffed
with
soft,
spicy
potatoes
and
peas.
I
hope
they
never
change
their
recipe.
My
daughter
has
to
try
these
too.
As
soon
as
she
starts
weaning!
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