While I was going to the Great Rann of Kutch from Mandvi, I asked My Siddiqui (the taxi owner and driver) to stop somewhere on the way for breakfast. A little ahead of Mandvi he stopped at a roadside stall and asked if I would eat something there. I had a small restaurant in my mind but I have no qualms about having a roadside breakfast. It is water that scares me more as I have had almost all waterborne disease in my childhood. And I am in no hurry to repeat the experience. I settled on Dhokla and tea. There were two stalls next to each-other on the road. There was a bench behind the stall where I planted myself. For tea, the person from this stall yelled to another person across the road who was making tea.
While I was waiting, I realized it was a bus stop of sorts. Two young girls came and asked if the Bhuj bus had already left? When the answer was in the affirmative, they settled down on the nearby benches asking for some snacks. Before that there were people who actually managed to catch the 8.00 am Bhuj bus.
The dhokla was surprisingly nice, the chilies contrary to their looks not too hot. Once I finished this lot they asked me if I would like to have some more? I am not a morning person at all, so I said thank you and declined even though the dhoklas were really good.
Then came the tea vendor, with my tea in his kettle. He started filling up the up and I was wondering how tiny it was. I am used to mugs of tea rather than tiny cups. When he filled it to the brim, I reacted thinking it will spill over. Then I remembered that in Gujarat you were supposed to drink from the saucer and not the cup! I carefully sipped the overfull cup without spilling a drop, I needed all of it. It was surprisingly good tea, with less sugar, the way I like it. It was the kind of breakfast that you yearn for on a lazy Sunday when you are sitting at home on a quiet day.