10/365 – The Parantah Cycle
From time to time, on my way to work I pass this old bicycle, permanently stationed against a wall in my neighborhood. There have been times when I have wondered what it was doing there, but like so many things in India, one learns not to ask why. While out for a walk yesterday, I saw a man, standing near the seat, rolling out parahtahs. As he rolled one out, he stopped to flip one already sizzling in oil in the flat, cast iron griddle, sitting atop a single burner on the back of the blue crate. Without missing a beat he quickly flipped the hot, flaky disk, onto a plate and handed it over to an eagerly waiting customer, and then started the whole process over again.