A Rainy Sunday Evening in Dadi’s Kitchen The sky outside was grey and drizzly, but inside, Dadi’s kitchen glowed with the warmth of simmering spices. “Bas thoda sa sabr, Chotu… curry abhi tayyar ho rahi hai!” she called over her shoulder, stirring the pot with slow, practiced motions. Chutki stood on her little stool, peeking into the kadhai, her eyes widening as the rich aroma of ginger, garlic, and garam masala filled the air. Coopie, ever hopeful, had parked himself by the door, his nose twitching with anticipation. Soon, the first ladleful of curry was poured over steaming rice, sending up clouds of fragrant steam.One bite, and the world outside…