Dehradun, April 11 -- Culinary Chronicles

While I was preparing to bake the cake, some echoes of the past reverberated through my mind.

I was the first born of my parents. Though my mother was fair and impartial between her two children, my father was evidently biased towards me, then. In spite of being a disciplinarian, he clearly favoured me over my brother.

He did not allow either of us to be disobedient or obstreperous yet he had his own ways to pamper me, out of which one was to bake cakes and brownies at my behest.

Decades ago it was perhaps an arduous and time consuming task to beat the batter manually, the counted strokes in one direction. And! He would do it all by himself to please his little princess. Layer with three shade...