It was my first Diwali in Scotland. I planned to celebrate with my Indian friends, as a potluck party. I was making pani puri — a kind of Indian fast food, one that's every Indian's favourite.
It wasn't that fast to make. But after a few failed attempts, with the help of my friends, we made it happen. Lots of people made other things for the main course, but the pani puri were so good, everybody filled their stomachs, and couldn't eat any more.
But nobody minded. It made everybody happy to eat pani puri after so long — the smiles on the faces of my friends, after eating something they never thought they'd find here in Scotland.
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