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Rita Aunty’s Prawn Temperado, the Anglo Indian Way

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

Thursdays are special. These are Lokkhibaar, days when Grandma and Maa offer prayers to the generous Goddess ...

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

The doorbell rang. The man and I are in the garden, S engrossed in his email that has arrived overnight, I ...

I have sulked all morning. It’s unacceptable and unfair, I have rehearsed the fervent pitch in ...

I wake up to charcoal bruised heavens and the pitter-patter of rain this morning. It’s not ...

S and I are sipping tea. It’s a rain-blessed morning, the sun is yet to emerge from beyond the ...

The man has brought home some absolute gorgeous Hilsa, D rattles on the phone, animated and impatient, ...

We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of the kitchen, dressed ...

It’s far from easy, I can vouch, to forego a job when you are at the peak of your career and take a plunge to ...

S and I both love our books. Nothing gives us more joy than spending endless hours idling around with ...

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