In the first week of June, one of my friends’ parents encouraged us to take a short trip to Goa, instead of the trip to Daman that we had then planned. This was probably the first time in recorded human history that a parent is encouraging their child to go to Goa, instead of the other way around. Excited, we immediately cancelled our train and hotel bookings in Daman, hastily put together an itinerary, and in two weeks found ourselves in a breezy, seaside paradise in the Konkan, away from the scorching dry heat of Ahmedabad that had been troubling us for weeks. Our three-day vacation was spent aimlessly roaming on rented scooters through the dense, green streets of North Goa, and it also served as an introduction to a cuisine that none of us had ever encountered before.