There was a huge starfruit tree in the middle of Cubbon Park, the story goes. An old woman sat under the tree, gathered the fallen starfruit, cut them in half, sprinkled a mixture of salt and chili powder on the cut fruit, and sold them to returning school children for a few paise. Everyone was happy: the old woman, the... read full story
"Put on a sweater, why don't you? Bangalore is cold these days."