Written by Nina Behl from North Shore Country Day, Chicago, USA I. The Question I take a deep breath. Incense mixes with the smell of frying spices as Nani, my grandmother, sets a plate before me. It is heaped with piping hot dahl and steaming naan. Heat bites my fingertips as I grab the bread. The first bite hits the back of my throat, and my face goes red. Nani grins as I pant. She watches me desperately push my own breath onto the offending naan. Her gold bangles chime ag
