I spent a semester abroad in northern India in fall 2012 and still crave the taste of Indian milk tea. But in the one year since I left India and grapple with trying to preserve four months of transformative memories, I can’t seem to recall what a “perfect” cup of Indian tea tastes like to me. My greatest wish right now would be to leave behind my responsibilities, board a plane to India, and stuff myself full with Indian foods. Parathas, pani puris, barfis, masala dosas and veg momos all haunt my food dreams on a daily basis.