“Where is the sticky stuff we make rotis with?” There was a moment of silence. Vijay put his arm around me gently. “I know you haven’t cooked before. But please tell me you know that atta doesn’t come readymade in the form you use for rotis?”

I had a hearty laugh as I read these lines.

I was on a 15 hour train journey from Delhi to Jaisalmer. The temperatures have dropped to single digits in most parts of North India. And here I was cuddled in a grey pungent smelling blanket provided in the 3AC coach of the train. I was nevertheless glad. I didn’t have over-bearing conservationists as co-passengers, which meant, it was just me, myself and a book. I was with the book “Just Married Please Excuse” by Yashodhara Lal.

Yashodhara, a quick-tempered gal from the big city, is hitched to Vijay, a laidback desi boy from…