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Immigrants world over long for a taste of their own land. Even if they are just at the other end of the same country as I am.

My mom landed in town this morning. She came bearing gifts of much sought after masalas and the very uniquely Bengali snacks of Dalmut and Nimki which my granny sent for us.

And Nolen Gurer Norom Paak Shondesh which my Mesho (uncle in law), one of the biggest heaerted people I know, bought for us and left with my mom late last night.

I had a bite after lunch today. Heaven. Thanks Mesho even if you don’t read this. You are one of the best.

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