"Where did you buy this Dosa?" I asked licking my pinky finger thoroughly. The last time when I went grocery shopping, I asked almost ten hotels for Onion Dosa but they said they provide only fast food and chicken. Such a disappointment.

"I cooked this." A hint of red dots appeared on his pale cheeks making him look adorable. If anyone would tell me the day when he dogged his fingernails in my wrist that you would admire him in the future, especially eat his hand made food, I would ...