Hot Chai. Crispy Brown Samosas. "Don't forget the chutney". Mom calls out. The smell wafts through the house. I know this is coming when the first drops of rain fall on the parched ground. The mud gives off this hard-to-describe smell. In Karachi, the city where I grew up, rains are scarce. And when it…
…the smell of rain and chai
A kaleidoscope of vignettes 