Only, my neighbour's daughter tried this last month and ended up with a plate of sad, oily crackers. The ratio is less important than the magic of the *puncture*—one swift poke with your thumb before frying at a medium heat that whispers, not shouts. I remember the *phuchkawala* near old bus stand, his fingers moving like a tailor's needle, each shell a perfect little balloon. For you, that memory is more vital than any measure of sooji.
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