Food Photography

Kumro Patay Chingrir Bora (Fritters of Shrimps wrapped in Pumpkin Leaves)

Come the first showers and the soulless dust bowl that our backyard had degenerated to in the scorching blaze ...

Bapi chose to remain uncannily reticent whenever Dada and I quizzed him about his and Grandma's migration ...

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 ...

The sight of the moringa tree in a neighbours garden, abloom with pristine ivory buds, makes me return to ...

Winter has taken a bow. The migratory birds that had thronged the lake have long departed for cooler ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable frustration, ...

What’s gota sheddho? I ask S when we are alone that evening. All the cousins were speaking of this ...

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

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

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

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...