The restless few minutes before the school bell. The thap-thap-thap of your black shoes running down the school steps. The old school guard pushing open the gate. You rushing to the aunty with her basket of guavas perched on her cycle.
Our chilli guava is like we took that memory, squished it, and put it in a pack just for you. And hey, here are more slow-mo shots for you to savour. Imagine the way she slices open the guava and dunks in all that masala. Imagine you have to bite the collar of your uniform just so you dont salivate. Imagine hitching your lunch basket between your knees so that you can partake in this glorious feast with both hands. Yaaas. That’s what were talking about.