Soaring high Chicken Wing, I spy!

“There was once, in the country of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its name.”--Haroun and the sea of stories.

I met scientist Safdar Ali by chance, while having a bite to eat, a light refreshment of Jilebi. I am a candid taster of Jilebi, is there anything better than a crunchy hot just served Jilebi?
I am a regular surveymonkey ranking page of Tahura, a local in Devon area , with that indomitable yearning. These days, there is not even a need for introductory inertia, the storekeeper simply lights up after seeing me there, “ Grab a seat please! Ten minutes more!” That means to serve the hot Jilebi, there will be ten minutes more to wait . The little helper serves me with today’s newspaper. I start scrolling through the headlines of the news. Covering the news columns, I start to scroll through the advertisements, between, the hot Jilebi plate appears on time. After tasting the served Jilebi, I need to comment about the delicacy. There is no need to pay upfront if it is not up to the mark.

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