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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 ...

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

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

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ritual of ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

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

Every bonedi barir Durga Pujo has a story to tell, the Durga Pujo in Shibpur RoyChowdhury family, considered ...

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

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