Meat

Aam Panchforon Mete | Mutton liver with Panchforon and Raw Mangoes

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

Grey winter takes a bow. And in hushed tiptoes arrives spring. With her mellow mornings and pleasant sun. ...

S and I are sipping tea. It’s a rain-blessed morning, the sun is yet to emerge from beyond the ...

We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of the kitchen, dressed ...

S and I both love our books. Nothing gives us more joy than spending endless hours idling around with ...

Time flies, on rosy wings. As yet another decade draws to a close, I cannot but revert to the studio ...

Sundays are special, the only day Bapi can laze around in the morning without needing to steal a frenzied ...

And meet my mother-in-law, T announces. The septuagenarian lady who walks out to the living room is an ...

It is pouring outside. The sky is a canvas of monochromes, dull shades of grey, punctuated by ebony, the ...

I rattle off the steps once again in my head. Remember to marinate the meat overnight. Cook the meat. Low ...

I am hardly ten. Just the age when the tragic enigma of Death has started to loom large on my psyche. I am ...

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...