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Anarosh Ilish (Hilsa with Pineapple)

Manikkaka looks up anxiously at the charcoal-scarred sky. It is barely nine am this June morning, the first ...

Ilish Shukto ? My cousin-in-law gawks at me in stunned disbelief. A pristine shimmering-silver ilish rests ...

I remember a rainy afternoon when Mashi cooked Ilish, an overnight catch from Kolaghat which the fishmonger ...

It's the crack of dawn. Goubert Avenue and the fabled French Quarters of Pondicherry still hide behind a ...

I wake up to the pitter-patter of raindrops on my window pane. A grey morning. A truant sun playing ...

There's something romantic about a grey overcast morning. The sulking clouds. The drunken gales. The ...

Today is Eid-Al-Fitr, the day which marks the end of the holy month of Ramdan, a day synonymous with ...

It's wistful nostalgia for me on this auspicious day of Rathyatra, the chariot festival when the Lord and his ...

I hate bittergourd. I throw up the most ingenious of tantrums the moment bittergourd turns up on my lunch ...

Eggplant, as fresh as can be, plucked this morning from the kitchen garden. Droplets of rain from the ...

Bhutan mesmerizes me. The ancient hills, snow-cloaked and sombre. The sylvan valleys. Verdant green. The ...

Grandma's princess is glum this morning. Incarcerated indoors, thanks to the merciless heat of a tyrannical ...