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I have been down with ‘The Fever’. It is a sick thing, I tell you. People come uninvited and seat themselves comfortably on the couch. What’s more, they also send across verbal menus: orange juice, fresh stew, garlic bread. This Fever tagged along with Dad one evening. When it had had enough of him, it came calling on Mom and finally on me. It parked its butt on the rear end of the glass thermometer and did a good tugging of the mercury. Continue reading
Of Paneer, Pulao and Pune 