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Journalism of Courage
My last memorable meal was one day before the release of my film 1920 at this place called Ranjit Panipuriwala at Kala Ghoda. I went there with my mother and a very dear friend. I was a little nervous about my film, but I made sure I ate a lot. We ordered for pani puri, dahi puri, bhel puri and ragda pattice. I can still feel the taste lingering in my mouth. I am a slave to pani puri and couldn8217;t resist a second helping. Our stomachs were bursting by then and we couldn8217;t drink anything. I vividly remember the taste of the food, and the company too which was the icing on the cake. I love chat at any time of the day and in a large quantity. Since the restaurant is situated close to my home, I head there at least twice a week.
