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|Angel Dust (standard:humor, 679 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Jul 07 2011||Views/Reads: 1396/744||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|'Hing' an Indian spice with characteristic aroma with many health benefits liked by some and hate by many for strong smell was baptised In USA with a new name 'Angel Dust' by Sister Christina on the request of Juggernaut, a regular user of 'Angel Dust' in|
Angel Dust Subba Rao “Yes, I born in India and came here some years ago,” replied Juggernaut politely to the woman encountered in the apartment corridor. Juggernaut just moved into a nice apartment on east side of Cleveland in an area walking distance to a small Catholic University. “I am Sister Christina; I live next to your unit, I work at the University as a Financial Controller,” Sister Christina introduced herself. “Several years ago I spent over a year at Mother Theresa's place in Calcutta serving poor.” “It was noble of you to spend time among the poorest of the poor.” “Serving humanity is serving God,” Sister Christina looked serene and peaceful. She shared her apartment with another Sister also working at the University Campus, both wore regular clothes nothing to signify that they were Sisters of some Order in Catholic Church. Both ladies in late fifties, short and somewhat on heavy side walked slowly in the corridors to and from the underground car garage, sometimes carrying heavy loads of groceries with both hands. On occasions Sister Christina chatted briefly her experiences living and travelling in India. “I always want to ask you about an Indian dish ‘Sambar,'(spicy split-pea soup) I tasted several times while travelling in India,” “you see, the ‘Sambar served in Indian restaurants here in the United States do not have that special aroma I tasted in restaurants in South India.” “Well, in that case, I invite you to taste ‘Sambar' I just made,” Juggernaut instantly invited Sister Christina into his apartment to taste ‘Sambar' he made along with warm Idli (steamed rice cakes). “You believe in Angels, don't you?” “Of Course; I believe in Angels, I am a devout Catholic.” Sister Christina looked serious pouring boiling ‘Sambar' on small pieces of warm Idli in shallow porcelain dish. “Yes, I can taste the characteristic aroma of South Indian ‘Sambar' now,” Sister Christina looked pleasantly surprised. “Well, then the Angels came to bless ‘Sambar' with the characteristic aroma you were longing to taste,” Juggernaut looked mysterious. “How the Angels bless Sambar?” Sister Christina looked puzzled. Click here to read the rest of this story (67 more lines)
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