India, June 24 -- A few weeks ago, on a particularly warm summer afternoon, I stepped into a cosy cafe to escape the harsh sunlight outside. The air smelled of coffee and freshly baked desserts, while soft music floated quietly through the room. As I looked through the menu, one item immediately caught my attention. It had a long, elegant name that sounded like it belonged in a high-end Parisian patisserie.

Curious and tempted by its description, I ordered it without much thought. When the dish arrived, it looked beautiful-served in a delicate glass bowl, topped with crushed nuts, mint leaves, and tiny pieces of fruit arranged carefully like artwork. I took the first spoonful slowly, expecting something unfamiliar. But the moment the fla...