Samosa / Singara / Spicy, deep fried and sinfully good, savoury pastry Recipe

  Growing up in a huge joint family has taught me, among other things, the ability to accept everyone as they are, without questions. We lived together, in Dadu's house. With its orchards, ponds, four main gates and three smaller ones too. And a big open space where stood a magnificent  mango tree that was uprooted by one of the cyclonic storms that was so common during my And a big patch of garden that bore seasonal vegetables, lovingly tended by the gardener. And, with uncles and aunts and house helps and cousins. Yes, it was both a picnic as well as mayhem ... our family was. And naturally, we always had a lot of relatives around. Every Kakima's paternal side of the family was our family too. I still remember our excitement…