Desi Ghee was a part of everyday life on the dairy farm run by my grandmother. It was poured generously atop rice, brushed over chappatis, rubbed into my skin and even massaged on my hair. I was made to believe that it's the most delicious thing ever and a natural cure for any ailment. Years later, nothing has changed - only the fact that I've now moved to an urban jungle and the steel jar of freshly made ghee has been swapped with a glass bottle bought from the superstore.