Resting on Your Laurels
He was short and chubby, only 13 or 14 years old. He was preparing tandoori rotis. He’d tear a handful of flour from a large white mass in front of him, and start rolling and pressing it between his palms. After a few seconds of rhythmic kneading, he’d slap the ball of dough on a pan. Then he’d press it flat with his knuckles, roll it up, knead it some more and slap it down again.