Till Stock Lasts
- Anuja Jain

- 6 days ago
- 1 min read

You can’t schedule street food.
It arrives when it wants to, in small quantities, with flavours that don’t wait.
There’s a magic to the way Indian streets serve food, a bhelwala with pudiyas by the lamp post, a momo steamer taller than the trees, a samosa that disappears just before you reach the cart.
This illustration came from that very feeling of chasing chaat before it runs out, of standing with strangers over gulab jamuns, and of knowing that the best meals are often unplanned.
Here’s my ode to the delicious uncertainty of Indian street food - a scene drawn from hunger, memory, and the joy of ‘just in time’.

Also limited like the street food, only till stocks last!









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