Bhel_ was the ultimate treat in school days. There used to be this bhel wala with his cart and a glass box mounted on top of the cart. He used to serve bhel puri, sev puri and pani puri like any other bhel wala. This ‘bhaiyya’ used to stand right opposite my balcony in Wadala, and that wouldn’t make life easier for me. My grandparents wouldn’t allow me to eat street food and it required many many days of excellent behaviour to convince them to let me indulge in that tangy treat