... she began to deconstruct her memories while she constructed her recipes. Thus Sarna concocted new tastes and tales. In a bubbling pot of khudi she tried to boil away the shame of her terrible mistake. In sizzling hot oil, as bhajias fried, she battered her insecurities about Persini being Biji's favourite in a crisp and crunchy coat of indifference. Beneath thick veils of spicy smell she disguised her homesickness for India. 'Only two things you can't hide- Ishq and Mushq: Love and Smell.'