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Koraishutir Patishapta (Savoury Crepes with Spicy Green Peas Stuffing)

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I request ...

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow cabbage, she ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced autumn-melting-into-winter ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am elated. We are ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

There’s a melancholy despair about Bijoya Doshomi. It’s meant to be a day of festivities and celebration, ...

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The kansa has ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled having ...

Isn't it rather unusual that on a manic Monday morning, I wallow in sweet nostalgia, allowing myself the ...