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Garur Dal | Aat Aanajer Dal

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 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 ...

We were enamored by the stories my sister-in-law returned with from her trip to Brazil. The indescribable ...

The otherwise demure laptop started grumbling despairingly last evening, all the space had been exhausted, so ...

No one in the school, not even Durwanji, with his pretentious twirling moustache, and usually an ...

And the milk splits again. No, I shall not blame the milk. Despite the multiple misses, S and I have not ...

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 ...