Forget the spice mix. Focus on the smell. I rawly remember how my grandma’s apartment filled with the scent of fried paneer balls and simmering cream. It wasn’t just a …
This little corner of the internet didn’t begin with me.
It began with Val my neighbourhood aunt whose kitchen held more warmth than any fireplace ever could.
She was more of a friend and I’ve come to know her in the most unexpected way.






