On this #WorldMilkDay

 There was a time when I absolutely hated milk. A tiny glass of it felt like a mountain to climb, until Dadi, my evening storyteller and babysitter, discovered her own little trick. While Mum was busy building her legal career, my nights belonged to Dadi, her endless stories, and a porcelain mug painted with Disney characters. She would begin a tale before I could protest. One sip belonged to Cinderella, another to a fairy godmother n before the story reached its happy ending, the glass would be empty. Somewhere between those bedtime tales and those reluctant gulps, I fell in love with both fairy stories and milk. Soon, Dadi upgraded the ritual with saffron strands and a spoonful of honey, calling it a nectar fit for the "tiny tot" of the family. Years have passed, places have changed, and countless beverages have come and gone, yet milk remains my staple drink wherever I may be in the world. And every time I stir saffron and honey into a warm glass at night, I can still hear Dadi's ageless advice,that this golden milk would keep my face naturally blushing amidst a crowd hidden behind layers of makeup. Hehe...whether science agrees or not, my heart still does.