Nobody warned me that anxiety would smell like caramelized onions. It starts with one dish. Just something simple, something to keep the mind busy. And then somehow there are four pots on the stove, a tray in the oven and you’re standing there at midnight wondering when you started making a full spread for one person. This is desi therapy. In a desi household, food is not just food. It is a love language. A distraction. A coping mechanism. A way to feel in control when everyt