https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/categories/memoirs/Recent content in Memoirs on My WritingsHugoen-usThu, 15 Feb 2018 14:22:14 +0000https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/short-stories/jhaal-muri-on-train/Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:22:14 +0000https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/short-stories/jhaal-muri-on-train/<img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-105" src="http://palashnandi.com/domains/palashblog/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/jhaal-muri.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="200" srcset="https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/images/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/jhaal-muri.jpg 300w, https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/images/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/jhaal-muri-219x146.jpg 219w, https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/images/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/jhaal-muri-50x33.jpg 50w, https://12535e8f.pblog-1b7.pages.dev/images/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/jhaal-muri-113x75.jpg 113w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /> <p><span style="color: #808080;">[Author’s Note : I thought of this piece when I wanted to write something about travel and food and this memory from personal experience came to my mind, Reading time : 10-15 mins]</span></p> <hr> <p>‘<strong>Lalgola</strong>‘ – read the tired looking LED indicator, blinking feebly. It was the only train that left from Kolkata to my ancestral hometown some 300 miles south.</p>