Bengali Summer Recipes

Taler Bora (Ripe Palmyra/Sugar Palm Fritters)

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

There’s nothing more delightful than hearing from an old friend who’s visiting town. So when D calls one ...

A charcoal-bruised sky greets me as I open my eyes this morning. Two rain-drenched parakeets sit on the ...

It is a time-stops-still Sunday afternoon. Lunch has just concluded, Maas lip-smacking chicken curry ...

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

The Gondhoraj Lebu plant in the quiet corner of my garden, under the protective canopy of the bougainvillea, ...

The sight of the moringa tree in a neighbours garden, abloom with pristine ivory buds, makes me return to ...

Winter has taken a bow. The migratory birds that had thronged the lake have long departed for cooler ...

The shrill of the phone punctuates the idyllic silence of a lazy afternoon. I am immersed in a book, the ...

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately with ...

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

I have often mused about the East Bengal - West Bengal divide when it comes to food. And ...