Food Styling

Nolen Gurer Bhapa Doi

Grandma is in the kitchen, seated on her ancient pnire, the twin oonoons are still at work despite the late ...

Waiting in a serpentine queue on a rain-soaked Sunday, an umbrella barely generous to protect the two of us ...

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

My Chinese Chicken Roast. Luscious and succulent. Patiently basted with a honey - soy marinade. Perfumed with ...

Mrs Browns Dundee Cake, S had exclaimed when I had asked if he had any preferences for the cake we would be ...

The phone rings for a while before the unmistakable baritone voice of Rita Aunty answers the call. Did I ...

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 have sulked all morning. It’s unacceptable and unfair, I have rehearsed the fervent pitch in ...

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, ...