Dal Food Photography

Fish Florentine I Bhetki Florentine

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

Every year, on the last day of the Hindu calendar month of Ashwin , Grandma would cook a special dal. Eight ...

An Amphan-battered Bengal inches back to normalcy. Rising from the devastation left behind by the diabolical ...

Delhi was explosion on my food senses. The decadent world of Mughlai cuisine left me spellbound and ...

The second week of lockdown. And I wake up craving for sugar. I bring it up to S as we sip our morning ...

The giants have been a dismal failure, S and I discuss as we sip our morning coffee. It is the third morning ...

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

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

Growing up in a sleepy hamlet in far-flung Assam was bliss. In the sylvan lap of nature. By the lazy ...

The fledgling jackruit tree Dada and I had discovered quite by chance one nondescript evening as we chased ...

Not too long back, the world was smaller. I ruminate as I stir my pot of Komola Moong Dal this ...

And it would be supremely unfair if I did not publish a sequel to my post last week on the sublime Sylheti ...