India, May 31 -- Picture this: My brother and I are sitting at the dinner table talking about everything and nothing. I love how these conversations go from hybrid animals to questioning the existence of absolute vacuum. There is no rhyme or rhythm to what we discuss over the simple act of sharing a meal.

It is during one of such discussions on the declining quality of taste in our once favourite Chinese takeout, that he tells me about this particular friend, Favi.

Favi is all for the culinary prowess of her father. In fact, she declares him as a "gourmet" chef.

The tag itself does not faze the conversation. But what does make my ears perk up is my brother's enthusiasm for Favi's dad; more so when he starts describing Favi's father in ...