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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 ...

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 ...

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 ...