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Resisting Delightful Treats

    There is no dearth to the surprises Corona has hurled on to the human race. A huge scale lockdown across most parts of the world, many sectors running out of business and the option to work/study/teach from home for such a long time. This pandemic has not just pressed a pause button to lives but also forced us to resist from experiencing small delights. My hometown has been offering me variety of places to please my taste buds since 25 years. My favorites among those are Pani Puri on a cart close to my home, Nagnath Chuduva near Andhra Bank, Gandhi Ganj and a juice point beside that which offers badam grape mixed juice. No trip comes to my mind when I haven’t visited at least two of these three places. The succulent food available at these places never allowed me to abstain from visiting those. I cannot come back from my hometown without gulping a piece of the food, is what I thought. But Corona forced me to believe in the inverse of that statement.  I cannot stay home even for
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