Durga Pujo

Chattagram er Kala Bhuna

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

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The kansa has ...

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

Sunday afternoons were the only time Bapi managed some respite from his otherwise hectic, often punishing, ...

Talk to a Mumbaikar and he shall flaunt about the best pav bhajis and vada paos that money can buy. Talk ...

The radio is the cynosure of the humble study in our house. The wooden contraption, religiously dusted by ...

As a run up to Christmas, I shall be cooking Anglo Indian recipes this entire fortnight. Pies and puddings. ...

It's yet another lazy do-nothing Sunday morning. I lie on my couch, watching the truant winter sun project ...

That we Bengalis adore our Mughlai food is a restrained understatement for sure. We have a soul connection ...

She is at her gorgeous best this evening. Resplendent in her new rani sari. Decked in her jewellery. Her ...

I am all of six, maybe seven. Yet the kitchen draws me like a magnet. My best times are when I am in the ...

The milk sits on the gas stove. Impatiently. I stir the pot occasionally. To pacify the rebellions ...