Fish

Pabda Hingi (Pabda with Asafoetida)

Would a trip to Kolkata ever be complete without a ritualistic sojourn to the Maniktala Market ? Well, ...

Summer vacations have just started. Days are scorching, Grandma discourages me from venturing outside during ...

The summer is fierce. The glare is blinding and the heat enervating. Who ever thought the coy innocent Sun ...

It’s not everyday that my fishmonger calls to inform that he’s got some gorgeous boal maach. And that he has ...

Flanked on the south by Kalighat, home to the ancient temple where resides the presiding deity of the city ...

I adore my greens. And one of the myriad reasons why I love winters is the prolific abundance of ...

What is a nation ? Grandma ruminated, her eyes staring listlessly at the distant horizon, her voice choked ...

And so Dada and I set out, one golden autumn morning, gorgeous sunshine bathing the metropolis, still ...

The Fish Kabiraji Cutlet. Our indigenous Bhetki. Marinated in onion-ginger-garlic juices. Green chillies if ...

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

My kitchen has been a mad frenzy all week, I have been whipping up my favorite Assamese ...

Manikkaka looks up anxiously at the charcoal-scarred sky. It is barely nine am this June morning, the first ...