Today the prompt forced me to remember a very old incident. It was when I was newly married. At my in-laws’ place, I was sometimes asked to cook something. I did not know the exact jar of the spice container there. One day I was asked to make mixed veg pakoras in the evening. I always liked cooking and I knew how to cook. I chopped all the vegetables and started making the batter for the pakoras. Then when I started frying the pakoras, the pakoras were puffing up in a strange way. I thought maybe the gram flour here is different. First of all I gave the pakoras to my father-in-law. He ate them and said there is no salt. I added a little more salt. I started frying the pakoras again, the pakoras were puffing up even more. This time I gave the pakoras to my eldest brother-in-law. He also ate them and said there is no salt. I was confused because I had added salt. Then I called my sister-in-law.  When my sister-in-law came, I said that I am adding salt again and again but still the pakoras are not getting salty. When my sister-in-law saw that the salt bottle lying next to me, was it really salt? Then my sister-in-law took out the salt bottle from inside and said that this was baking soda which you were adding again and again. In my in-laws’ house, the bottles of salt and baking soda were the same. Both were white in color. But the salt was a little coarse and the soda was very fine. I had not paid attention to this thing. Now tears came to my eyes, so much batter for pakoras, what will I do with it. Seeing me crying, my sister-in-law started laughing and said, it doesn’t matter, let’s both quickly cut the vegetables together. We cut the vegetables again and then made the pakoras. From outside, my brother-in-law was calling out whether we will also get pakoras or not. But my sister-in-law silenced everyone. When I remember that day, I laugh a lot.  But I am thankful to my joint family, which supported me at every step.