Bengali Fish Photography

Mourola Maacher Peyaji

My princess must have inherited her love for fish from her Grandfather, Grandma would inevitably comment to ...

I have sulked all morning. It’s unacceptable and unfair, I have rehearsed the fervent pitch in ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am elated. We are ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...

Kakimoni was an angel. She lived a few houses away from us down the flaming gulmohor-crowned cul-de-sac, ...

The Fish Kabiraji Cutlet. Our indigenous Bhetki. Marinated in onion-ginger-garlic juices. Green chillies if ...

Needless to reiterate, we Bengalis love our fish. And over hundreds of years, we have been intrepid ...

So when my eyes greet the gorgeous shimmering silver parshe at the Manicktala fish market during my recent ...

The humble katla goes for a facelift this morning. Neither the ubiquitous coriander powder scented jhol ...

What other than food to bring back waves of nostalgia !! That taste of a lamb curry I had many winters back ...

I continue on my journey with posto. And this time its Tangra posto, a blissful marriage of tangra maachh ...

I follow up my tel pona recipe with another quintessential Bengali favorite - Parshe Jhal - parshe (or ...