Dhal and rice with poached eggs

My earliest memories of eating this dish are as a child in Rawalpindi. But I also associate it with an unusual trip we made up to Murree in the winter. I think we had gone to visit my mother’s elder brother and his three children. Prior to that time, I had always thought of the hill station as a summer place. I had also never seen snow, and now it lay about three feet thick on the ground, pristine white and pure. I thought it was incredible and magic and I was dumbfounded because there was