“I’ve brought snacks!” My mother exclaimed as she walked into our kitchen late one October evening. She unloaded her bag onto our kitchen table. Many little plates appeared, and she looked happy. Among the little white plates was a bright yellow cake, tiny and fluffy. Moistened with Syrup and topped with chili and small black seeds.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“That’s Dhokla, and it’s my favorite,” my mom replied with a smile.