Angel Dust (standard:humor, 679 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Jul 07 2011	Views/Reads: 2847/1815	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
'Hing' an Indian spice with characteristic aroma with many health benefits liked by some and hate by many for strong smell was baptised In USA with a new name 'Angel Dust' by Sister Christina on the request of Juggernaut, a regular user of 'Angel Dust' in

Angel Dust 

Subba Rao 

“Yes, I born in India and came here some years ago,” replied 

Juggernaut politely to the woman encountered in the apartment 

corridor.  Juggernaut just moved into a nice apartment on east side of 

Cleveland in an area walking distance to a small Catholic University. 

“I am Sister Christina; I live next to your unit, I work at the 

University as a Financial Controller,”   Sister Christina introduced 

herself. “Several years ago I spent over a year at Mother Theresa's 

place in Calcutta serving poor.” 

“It was noble of you to spend time among the poorest of the 

poor.” 

“Serving humanity is serving God,” Sister Christina looked 

serene and peaceful.  She shared her apartment with another Sister also 

working at the University Campus, both wore regular clothes nothing to 

signify that they were Sisters of some Order in Catholic Church.   Both 

ladies in late fifties, short and somewhat on heavy side walked slowly 

in the corridors to and from the underground car garage, sometimes 

carrying heavy loads of groceries with both hands. 

On occasions Sister Christina chatted briefly her experiences 

living and travelling in India.  “I always want to ask you about an 

Indian dish ‘Sambar,'(spicy split-pea soup) I tasted several times 

while travelling in India,” “you see, the ‘Sambar served in Indian 

restaurants here in the United States  do not have that special aroma I 

tasted in restaurants in South India.” 

“Well, in that case, I invite you to taste ‘Sambar' I just 

made,” Juggernaut instantly invited Sister Christina into his apartment 

to taste ‘Sambar' he made along with warm Idli (steamed rice cakes). 

“You believe in Angels, don't you?” 

“Of Course; I believe in Angels, I am a devout Catholic.” 

Sister Christina looked serious pouring boiling ‘Sambar' on small 

pieces of warm Idli in shallow porcelain dish. “Yes, I can taste the 

characteristic aroma of South Indian ‘Sambar' now,” Sister Christina 

looked pleasantly surprised. 

“Well, then the Angels came to bless ‘Sambar' with the 

characteristic aroma you were longing to taste,” Juggernaut looked 

mysterious. 

“How the Angels bless Sambar?” Sister Christina looked puzzled. 


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