When the meal was finally served on steel thalis, the first bite was always a revelation. The was soft and puffed, perfect for scooping up the rich, slow-cooked gravy. It wasn't just food; it was a connection to our ancestors, a lesson in patience, and the loudest way my family said "I love you" without speaking a word.
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