Travel Diaries

Gaad Monj (Kashmiri Fish Curry with Knol Knol)

Our first journey to Srinagar began, as perhaps all first journeys there should, on the waters ...

Chapter 1 The Sun. The Sand. The Sea. There was a time when Puri meant only the sea. I remember the ...

It is that time of the year again. The week when the wheels of Lord Jagannath’s mighty chariot begin to ...

The fruit vendor arrives like a quiet herald of indulgence, his basket brimming with cherries—plump, taut, ...

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

I first experienced Watalappam on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, on a lazy, sun-scorched afternoon. Lunch ...

Some dishes arrive not in grand Michelin-starred restaurants, but in nondescript hole-in-the-wall places ...

There are places where food is sustenance, and there are places where food is memory — stitched with longing, ...

It’s a mist-laced January morning. One of those languorous days when indulging in laziness is not a ...

It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal weather ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

I have never quite been able to explain why Puri holds such a special place in my heart. May be it’s the ...