Aambadai bisi bisi! Bisi bisi aambadai!The poojari mama'srythamic chant, the aroma of the Badai in the crowded rickety bus comes rushing to me every time I make Aambadai. It was in mid-70's when we were living in Mysore and as a part of my vow to visit the goddess residing at Chamundi hills for nine consecutive Friday's for having united me with my beloved that my husband and I used to take a bus to and from Chamundi hills. On our return journey is when we used to gorge ourselves on the delicious Aambadai, the recipe for which,I could get only years later for I didn't speak the local language then and thi is how it goes...........