Dearest Love Mooli Ka Paratha,
Did i tell you just how much i love you? You're the stuff that makes for cold winter mornings sploshed over with a weak sun. Mum never wavered in loyalty, and every Sunday morning, we met with great fanfare. How i decorated your curves with safed makkhan!!!! I'd pick a up a spoon and rub you all over with the melting butter. Unforgettable aroma. I'd eat and eat and eat. You didn't treat me right. You would gas so much that the better part of the afternoon...