Growing up between Saudi Arabia and Pakistan, I was introduced to the wonderful thing known as rusk. I'm not kidding you that even till this day, my relatives always bring me a bag of Pakistani rusks every opportunity they get because I'm still crazy about them.
What is better than coming home after a long day of work and having some chai with rusks? Maybe seeing Henry Cavill naked but even that is almost secondary to the comforts of chai and rusks (please note the word almost).
