Rice and Bread

Dindigul Biryani

Madurai is an ancient enchantress - she does not reveal herself all at once. She unfolds slowly to the ...

“শুয়েছে ভোরের রোদ ধানের উপরে মাথা পেতে অলস গেঁয়োর মতো এইখানে কার্তিকের খেতে; মাঠের ঘাসের গন্ধ বুকে ...

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

Maacher Biryani ? A cynical S had asked me. We were in Hyderabad, savouring a delectable biryani, ...

An Amphan-battered Bengal inches back to normalcy. Rising from the devastation left behind by the diabolical ...

Bapi rarely cooked. And that wasn’t because he didn’t know how to cook. In fact, he adored cooking. The ...

I have been extremely worried out Maa - she and Mashi have been alone ever since our house-help left for her ...

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

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately with ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn afternoon, ...

A wicker basket laden with luscious plump oranges greets me this morning. The grey winter man, a shroud of ...

Thursday mornings are special. The otherwise sleepy house in the time-stops-still hamlet of Karimganj, a ...