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Indian Cooking

Indian Cooking, Moniza Alvi ' The bottom of the pan was a palette - paprika, cayenne, dhania haldi, heaped like powder - paints. Melted ghee made lakes, golden rivers. The keema frying, my mother waited for the fat to bubble to the surface. Friends brought silver - leaf .I dropped it on khir - special rice pudding for parties. I tasted the landscape, customs of my father's country - its fever on biting a chilli.'

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