So my maasi and chacha, married to each other, went shopping the other day. On their way back, when passing by a street known for its samosa-wala, maasi jee insisted that they should have some.
The seller had finished the stock for the day and was just getting ready to close. Something that my excited maasi and tired chacha didn’t notice and just went inside to sit. After a while, upon realizing there were no samosas being made, they saw the shop-wala bringing two samosa-plates from outside. Putting down the plates on the table, he said he went to the next street to get samosas: “Main keha khoray baji da kinna dil karda hona.” (I couldn’t say no to you thinking the sister must really be craving for samosas.)
That’s Lahore for you.