Fish and Seafood

Lau Boal er Jhol

The heat is punishing to say the least. It’s early morning, yet the sun is at its repressive best. I toss ...

The maacher baajar in our sleepy town is nothing to write home about. A row of make-shift decrepit stalls, ...

It was somewhere in the pristine verdant slopes high up the Malaysian highlands. A nondescript shack. By a ...

The first time S returned from Singapore and narrated to me, childlike excitement stark in his voice, his ...

Age is catching up fast on Grandma. She no longer spends long hours in the soot -blackened ancient kitchen, ...

My princess must have inherited her love for fish from her Grandfather, Grandma would inevitably comment to ...

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

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

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

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

The man has brought home some absolute gorgeous Hilsa, D rattles on the phone, animated and impatient, ...

We were enamored by the stories my sister-in-law returned with from her trip to Brazil. The indescribable ...