PHULKA FULL OF JOY
There is something mesmerizing and magical about a Phulka that balloons up perfectly. The fire coaxing the water in the roti to become steam, to push, seek escape. The roti fluffing up into a perfect sphere, wobbling on the stove like a balloon ready for flight. The aroma of hot wheat escaping. The dollop of ghee soothing the puffed Phulka. It took me years to get there. I used to look in admiration and some envy as my better-skilled friends and relatives minted phulkas by the dozen. When I tried my hand at it, the… Read More »PHULKA FULL OF JOY