Christmas

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Layer above layer. And then one more. Come on, a little voice goads you. And you add yet another ...

Aunty, I am in Kolkata, I call Rita Aunty to inform. A moment of silence. And then the familiar voice - I ...

Mrs Browns Dundee Cake, S had exclaimed when I had asked if he had any preferences for the cake we would be ...

The phone rings for a while before the unmistakable baritone voice of Rita Aunty answers the call. Did I ...

I have been extremely worried out Maa - she and Mashi have been alone ever since our house-help left for her ...

Rewind to a fortnight back. The shrill cacophony of the phone punctuates the sublime bliss of the winter ...

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

The Zachariahs lived in a sprawling mansion in a leafy cul-de-sac, a brisk five minute walk from the hustle ...

My husband and sister-in-law had gone to visit Mrs Baker on a Christmas Eve several years back. A bunch of ...

And there sits my bird, pretty and pompous, roasted to a gorgeous golden. Luscious and succulent. The piece ...

I continue on my Anglo-Indian culinary sojourn, whipping up stunning delicacies in a run up to Christmas. The ...

Mrs Baker lived alone. In a humble rented accommodation in a leafy lane off Syed Amir Ali Avenue, a brisk ...