Airport tales as different as night and day
Airports are happy places at 8am on a Monday morning. The lines are short. People are civilized
A sparrow is eating a masala dosa in Bangalore airport. It doesn’t even bother to lift up the remains of the dish and fly off like a furtive crow stealing a vada. Rather, it hops on the white melamine thali-plate that is neatly divided into sambhar, red chutney and white chutney; and picks on the turmeric-yellow potato filling. I half-expect it to dip the potato into the radish sambhar. “For added taste," as the man behind the counter said, when asked to explain what the “Mysore" adds to the masala dosa. “Mysore masala dosa is coated with hot paste," he said. “For added taste." The sparrow has figured this out.