Rice and Bread

Narkel Chingri Pulao (Prawn Pilaf with Coconut)

The radio is the cynosure of the humble study in our house. The wooden contraption, religiously dusted by ...

I would know the tin even if I were blindfolded. Battered. Long past its prime. The Parle biscuit label, an ...

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

That Grandma is furiously finicky with her rice is an understatement. The grains have to be perfect. The ...

It's a mellow spring morning. Winter has retired, the early morning melancholy mists over the grey-green ...

The vacations till now, I ruminate in agonizing frustration, have been thoroughly uneventful and ...

That's the Orion. Bapi points out to me and Dada in a hushed whisper of a tone. The Hunter in the Sky. Look ...

She is at her gorgeous best this evening. Resplendent in her new rani sari. Decked in her jewellery. Her ...

I am all of six, maybe seven. Yet the kitchen draws me like a magnet. My best times are when I am in the ...

Morning arrives. Unheralded. Rain-drenched, caped in verdant green. The efforts of the cosy warmth of my ...

The dekchi sits snugly on the fire. Her lid sealed firmly by flour dough. A few lazy charcoal pieces idle on ...

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