Growing up I remember how much I’d look forward to the platefuls of home-made delicacies (covered with embroidered cloth and pretty laces) that would come over from family friends’ houses during Diwali time.
We’d get to eat Modak from Orissa, Puran poli or Narali bhat from Maharashtra, mishti doi or rosgullas from Kolkata and much more. My mum would send back kheer or sufi halwa laden with dry fruits that always drew ooh’s and aah’s from everyone. I still remember those days, that taste, and the anticipation that kept us children happy and excited all through the festive season.