Bipattarini Pujo arrived in our childhood home wrapped in red. Red hibiscus lay heaped on brass plates, their petals dark and velvety. Vermilion glowed in a small silver container. Beside it, alta ...


Bipattarini Pujo arrived in our childhood home wrapped in red. Red hibiscus lay heaped on brass plates, their petals dark and velvety. Vermilion glowed in a small silver container. Beside it, alta ...

It is that time of the year again. The week when the wheels of Lord Jagannath’s mighty chariot ...

A cluster of coconut trees stood like silent sentinels at the edge of our backyard — impossibly ...

This story begins on a sultry summer day of the mid 90s in Madhyamgram. Still a quiet afterthought ...

I insist on accompanying Bapi to the baajaar. It’s a bright spring morning, the skies a clear ...

In Bengal, nothing is ever truly wasted. Not the peel of a gourd, not the stems of greens, not even ...

There is a certain unruliness to pui shaak that I have always admired. It does not grow—it advances. ...

The fruit vendor arrives like a quiet herald of indulgence, his basket brimming with cherries—plump, ...

Madurai is an ancient enchantress - she does not reveal herself all at once. She unfolds slowly to ...

I first experienced Watalappam on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, on a lazy, sun-scorched ...

Some dishes arrive not in grand Michelin-starred restaurants, but in nondescript hole-in-the-wall ...

There are places where food is sustenance, and there are places where food is memory — stitched with ...

It’s a quiet afternoon. Spring is melting, slowly, very slowly into what promises to be a harsh ...

Who said brownies are sin ? My triple chocolate ragi brownies are fudgy, chocolatey, and all things ...

কোনো কোনো দিন সেই কাকভোরে হঠাৎ ঘুম ভেঙে যায়। চায়ের কাপ হাতে কংক্রিটের শহরের ছোট্ট বারান্দায় ...
