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Chelo Kebab, Peter Cat Style

Waiting in a serpentine queue on a rain-soaked Sunday, an umbrella barely generous to protect the two of us ...

It’s the afternoon before Sankranti. The house is a cauldron of frenzied activity, the aroma of nolen gur ...

What are those ? A curious me asks Didi, pointing to the soot-blackened earthenware that she, after minutes, ...

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

My Chinese Chicken Roast. Luscious and succulent. Patiently basted with a honey - soy marinade. Perfumed with ...

Mrs Browns Dundee Cake, S had exclaimed when I had asked if he had any preferences for the cake we would be ...

The phone rings for a while before the unmistakable baritone voice of Rita Aunty answers the call. Did I ...

Thursdays are special. These are Lokkhibaar, days when Grandma and Maa offer prayers to the generous Goddess ...

There is no one I know who is so full of joie de vivre and exudes as much positivity, even when faced with ...

Every year, on the last day of the Hindu calendar month of Ashwin , Grandma would cook a special dal. Eight ...

The doorbell rang. The man and I are in the garden, S engrossed in his email that has arrived overnight, I ...

I have sulked all morning. It’s unacceptable and unfair, I have rehearsed the fervent pitch in ...