RecipeMuncher

Come to think of it, I’m not very adventurous. Yes, I’ve had my fair share of all-headlights-off motorcycle rides on the hills of Pavagadh at 1 a.m. in the morning, sitting behind college guys with questionable intentions. I wouldn’t say no to bungee jumping or tasting shrivelled up grasshoppers dipped in snake blood in some remote part of Vietnam either. I have sharpened my dangerously sharp tongue on unsuspecting subjects who had the misfortune of crossing me. I have been to (...)