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I miss the Indian sweets of youth, I can make some, not allowed to have them any more. Doctors orders you see,
You would love them as I do, if you have a sweet tooth too.
The textures, juicy bites, colours, smells, to delight eyes, hearts, and mouth. Rose water some are soaked in,fried crisp...