There are very few aromas that stir my appetite as the smell of bread being freshly baked on a griddle does. Fewer still invoke longing and memories of a life gone by. My earliest memories of Roti / Paratha are those of waking up to the aromas of chai boiling away and the freshly baked roti’s being slathered with Amul butter. Mom never made the breads in advance. She always ensured we get fresh off the griddle paratha or roti to enjoy for our breakfast. I can still see her in my minds eye, rolling the bread and baking it …