Bengali Fish Curry

Didar Narkel Posto Katla

In Bengal, nothing is ever truly wasted. Not the peel of a gourd, not the stems of greens, not even ...

There is a certain unruliness to pui shaak that I have always admired. It does not grow—it advances. It ...

আলো আঁধারের অবিরাম খেলা চলতে থাকা আমার রান্নাঘর আমার কাছে ঠিক রান্নার ঘর নয়. এ যেনো এক আকাশ ভালোবাসা ভরা, আলো ...

সেই একলা মাথা উঁচু করে দাঁড়িয়ে থাকা সজনে ফুলের গাছটা, কিছুদিন পর ফুলে ফুলে ছেয়ে গেলে, তার পাতা আর দেখাই যেত ...

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, ...

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

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 ...

I wake up to charcoal bruised heavens and the pitter-patter of rain this morning. It’s not ...

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

The first day of the lockdown and we were thoroughly under-prepared. We knew it was coming, we were rather ...