Grandma: Good food bahu
Mom: Thanks g. Need salt?
Grandma: Sure ya salt’ll be nice
Mom: you really think you need more salt?
Grandma: nah nothing like that just kidding
Mom: *hands over salt*
Grandma: *adds it meekly*
Mom: *sulks*
The only time a melted chocolate in my pocket makes me happy is when I know I've exited the excruciating Delhi weather successfully and embraced the sunny skies of Kempegowda International Airport.