I was in the first throes of love. The moong daal that was being cooked on the stove jump-started my affair. “Is my breakfast ready?” bellowed my husband from the study in the far corner of the house. He was unaware of the khichdi that was being prepared in the kitchen. To read the rest of the article click here.
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