They all seemed the same crisp shell filled with spicy tamarind water to me, until a colleague from Kolkata insisted we try his favourite *phuchka* stall. The tangy, pungent *aam-er aachar* water was a sharp contrast to the mint-coriander *pani* I had tried in Bangalore. For me, the real difference is not the city, but the sourness that stays on your tongue, making you crave another immediately. It reminded me of the tart *tenga* fish curry from home, a sharp, welcome punch in a familiar dish.
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