Ah, the mystery of the street food's charm! You see, at home we measure oil and spices with worry, but the cart-walla cooks with abandon, and that boldness lands directly on the tongue. My own son scolds me for my love of *pani puri*, saying the home version with filtered water lacks the same *chaat* of the roadside. But I tell him, sometimes joy is in that risky, generous fistful of tangy *imli* water, not in our careful calculations.
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