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Lonka Pora Rui /Katla (Rohu / Katla with Charred Red Chilli Paste)

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn afternoon, ...

Kakimoni was an angel. She lived a few houses away from us down the flaming gulmohor-crowned cul-de-sac, ...

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

Autumn takes a bow. And arrives winter. Stealthily. On hushed tiptoes. A thin lace of mist hangs ...

A disciplined row of custard apples rests on my kitchen counter. Luscious and plump, from a farm, not far ...

Thursday mornings are special. The otherwise sleepy house in the time-stops-still hamlet of Karimganj, a ...

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

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

It's a sultry autumn afternoon. An overwhelming quiet pervades, a sharp contrast to the hectic humdrum and ...

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

There's something romantic about a grey overcast morning. The sulking clouds. The drunken gales. The ...