Food Photography

Gokul Pithe

A mellow winter morning. I lie on Grandmas ancient four-poster, cocooned in the warmth of a patchwork ...

Playing with dough is my favourite pastime these days. I tear a frugal bit from the ball of dough Didi has ...

The Zachariahs lived in a sprawling mansion in a leafy cul-de-sac, a brisk five minute walk from the hustle ...

What is a nation ? Grandma ruminated, her eyes staring listlessly at the distant horizon, her voice choked ...

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 ...

Food, they say, is all about nostalgia. The exhilarating aroma wafting from the ancient soot-blackened ...

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 ...

The radio is the cynosure of the humble study in our house. The wooden contraption, religiously dusted by ...

I idle around the house, nursing a nagging cold, one of those unrelenting ones that gets subdued by a dose of ...