The first taste of fusion as a 1980s kid came in the form of a bite into a hot gulab jamun served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream at a family gathering. The warmth of the East meeting the chilled delight of the West.

Then came the craze for rasmalai cheesecakes, rasgullas soaked in vodka, gajar halwa in a tart and the questionable chocolate samosas. But it bridged the gap for most youngsters who ate only the mithai that their parents brought home.