saunff da saga

i was eating out with my parents that night. went to an old favourite of mine called mirch masala. i had been craving for cheese naan, murgh methi malai and hot gulab jamun with chocolate ice cream for a long time. so there i was, too busy concentrating on my food to notice anything else but somehow this one did not manage to escape my eye. no i am not talking of eye candy but just a very minor incident that stayed with me. There was this 'firang' couple sitting at the table opposite to ours ( europian i think) and at that very moment their bill had arrived along with the customary bowl of mouri/saunff with mishri (indian version of mouth fresheners) . yes i am writing about an unimportant, insignificant, inconsequential bowl of saunff. it is something that i am so used to that i suppose i have always taken it for granted. but that incident forced me to spare a thought for a poor little bowl of saunff. i had never before in my life seen anybody stare so suspiciously at a bowl of saunff . i tried to imagine what was going through the couple's mind but just failed to come up with any plausible explanation as to how a bowl full of saunff could instigate such apprehension. maybe indian cuisine with all its abundant mirch and masalas was playing excruciating games with their tender dispositions and that had prompted such a reaction but i shall never really know for sure. As for saunff it shall continue to please customers after a good dinner and also enjoy occassional paper napkin outings(if u kno wat i mean)