Dosa on a crisp New York Morning

The Dosa Man is one of the most interesting people I have met during my travels. When I found his story online, I thought that I must share it. Having dosa at his cart with a group of amazing friends while being regaled with his stories will always be a special New York Moment for me.

The Dosa Man sets up his vegan dosa cart in front of New York University and doles out crisp dosa’s. He has a penchant for entertaining his customers while making a perfect masala dosa or regular dosa’s. He also serves chai and somasa’s on his cart. The dosa man gets his batter just right even in cold winters which is a serious achievement. He has put this simple south Indian and Sri Lankan breakfast on the map and is quite popular in and around NYU.

He talks about his former life in Jaffna where he sea dived and explored caves to his journey to the US and his New York dream. Thiru Kumar popularly known as the dosa man is still an avid traveller and changes his Facebook and Twitter status when he is away on his travels. His regulars promptly return when he gets back and changes his online status to ‘at the park today’. His patrons include vegans, Indians, Sri Lankans, NYU students and local New Yorkers, he also has an international following in places like Tokya. His silver dosa cart which has even water to wash your hands with which something not seen on other food carts in New York. His dosa cart is plastered with awards and mentions of the dosa man in various publications. The dosa man is a good place to stop by if you are homesick and having a serious hankering from some wholesome south Indian food.

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New York, New York

   I thought I will never be able to write about New York. What could I write that has never been written or sung or said about the greatest city in the world. But there is one moment that New York shared with me, that is my own.

  It was on my second trip to USA from India, me and hubby were staying for a few days at a hotel in Manhattan and I was jet lagged. So I was up and about by 4 am and staring at my sleeping partner. I decided to go for a walk, I didn’t know what to expect, would the streets be empty, would it be cold or would I be scared?

  I got out of my hotel and headed down to Times Square. Times Square was still lit up with last nights lights. The party goers had returned home and the early birds were up, it was twilight for NY. The newspaper was being delivered, milk vans starting their deliveries. The city had not slept, there was always a transient flow of people in the city, each time a different set of people. I was welcome here, I was a part of NY at this moment.

  I reached central park, I had heard about central park but had never comprehended why a park would be so important till I had seen it and been there. But at five in the morning on a cold and wet morning it is still bustling with cyclists and joggers and racing enthusiasts and a few homeless people who had probably slept in the park that cold night.

    A swarm of cycles passed by and all I could capture was their motion, they were as transient in this city of immigrants as any other but this was also home for them. I was sleepy now NY had cured my jet lag and I was ready to go back to bed.

    I found  a grocery shop which was setting up for the days business and had got a fresh delivery of flowers. I bought a rose and a cup of coffee and went back to snuggle up next to my sleeping love.