“AMMA, HOW MUCH MORE LONGER for the cake to bake?” my seven-year-old self would ask my mother, as I hopped around in the kitchen still licking the leftover batter clean from the mixing bowl. The warm aroma escaping from the nozzle of the pressure cooker and engulfing the kitchen only added to my impatience. Like most Indian households, ours did not poss…
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