In India, every terrace has a tale to tell, it’s the breathing space of a house and a hub for a host of activities. “What’s in this bottle?” I enquired, busy unpacking the goodies, bought by my husband during his recent trip to India.

“That’s murabba, your aunt made it”, he replied. Suddenly, everything else was irrelevant. I pushed aside the stack of Maggi Noodles, soan papdi and chikki packets. Tearing off the enormous amount of tape, I quickly opened the bottle and the sweet smell of mango with just a hint of spices hit me right away! Oh! The sheer joy it brought can’t be expressed in words.