Garam Pakore aur Baarish ki Khushboo It had rained all morning. The kind of rain that made the whole house smell like mitti and memories. “Dadi! Baarish ho rahi hai!” Chotu and Choti shouted from the verandah, their noses pressed to the glass. Dadi, wrapped in her soft cotton shawl, was already one step ahead. “Baarish aur kuch garam garam pakore na ho? Hain Coopie?” she said, giving the golden fluffball a pat. But unlike the old days, Dadi had her ways. No oil, no mess. Just her trusty air fryer and a big bowl of bajra, fresh methi leaves, and warm masalas. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the…