On family recipes, borders, burgers, and why I find it difficult to keep culture out of politics. If you grew up in a Sindhi family, you know that food is rarely just food. It is an expression of love, a reason to gather, a way of keeping traditions alive, and sometimes an elaborate exercise in ensuring nobody leaves the table hungry. Especially if your family believes that feeding you once means you haven't been fed at all. My story begins in Wadala, in a building (the very