Bengali Food styling

Bammar Doulla Pithe

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, the ...

Time flies, on rosy wings. As yet another decade draws to a close, I cannot but revert to the studio ...

We hunted. We fished. We foraged. Earthy food. Clean flavours. Redolent of the earth and the rivers. The ...

Every bonedi barir Durga Pujo has a story to tell, the Durga Pujo in Shibpur RoyChowdhury family, considered ...

It poured like never before. Lightning serpents zigzagged across the charcoal-scarred sky. Peals of deafening ...

The shrill of the mobile punctuates the sublime calm of the weekend morning. It’s a friend, the storm last ...

I am hardly ten. Just the age when the tragic enigma of Death has started to loom large on my psyche. I am ...

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled having ...

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

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