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Every time I set foot in a new kitchen—whether it’s a cramped flat in Delhi’s Chandni Chowk or a loft…

Imagine this: I’m perched on a narrow balcony in a sweltering Delhi high‑rise, the city’s honking chorus below, my work…

Imagine me standing on a bustling stall in the high‑altitude market of Puno, Peru, the air thin and the scent…

I was crouched behind a stall of chard in a market in Oaxaca, the scent of cilantro swirling, when a…

I was perched on a wooden bench outside a tea stall in Kathmandu, rain drumming against the roof, when a…

The air in a tiny tea house in Darjeeling swirled with cardamom, pine, and a hint of jasmine—an impromptu cocktail…

I was kneeling on the cracked tiles of a community kitchen in Kathmandu, the smell of cumin and turmeric thick…

I’m perched on a cracked stone bench in a sleepy village in the Himalayas, the first light brushing the prayer…

I was perched on a weather‑worn bench in the middle of Marrakech’s spice market, the air thick with cumin and…

I was perched on a cold stone bench in a Himalayan monastery, the wind tugging at the prayer flags, when…