But these days we’ve made a commitment to a pavement stall that’s just three years old, often with a queue of customers eagerly awaiting... buttermilk. You’re bound to spot Mr Bhan, clad in kurta-pajama, standing beside a rusting bicycle with a small crowd around him. He pours the homemade buttermilk into a plastic glass, then adds fried boondi along with a dash of black salt and roasted cumin powder. Mr Bhan has a very long day. His wife Shanti Devi, who wakes up even earlier, has already prepared the daily batch of buttermilk by then.

Source: Hindustan Times December 04, 2017 04:18 UTC