Biryani and Postcards

What a strange combination. I am not asking you to chop¬†postcards into biryani. Though I quite appreciate paper in my mouth.¬†As a child I used to tear paper, make little balls and pop them into my mouth. Then chew, chew, chew. Did you too? I cannot judge as you can well figure out. Wednesday has … Continue reading Biryani and Postcards