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My Chocolate Cake

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

The fifth morning of lockdown. We are getting used to blissful time-stop-still mornings - ...

I seek inspiration this morning. The muse, the kolshi of nolen gur, the last of the season, rests on the ...

Time flies, on rosy wings. As yet another decade draws to a close, I cannot but revert to the studio ...

And meet my mother-in-law, T announces. The septuagenarian lady who walks out to the living room is an ...

It poured like never before. Lightning serpents zigzagged across the charcoal-scarred sky. Peals of deafening ...

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

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

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that the array ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I request ...

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