Qissa Haveli Ka- A Tale of my Husband’s Ancestral House within the Pink City

The musty smell was a constant feature. My childhood memories are attached to this smell, and then few. Like running down to buy kachoris if any guest came. Since the famous shop was so close, we followed the golden rule of “always eating fresh”. Continue reading Qissa Haveli Ka- A Tale of my Husband’s Ancestral House within the Pink City

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