Food Styling

Kakara Pitha

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

Humbled. Honoured. I am touched beyond words when Piyali Boudi, a dear friend and neighbour, sends me her ...

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 ...

It poured like never before. Lightning serpents zigzagged across the charcoal-scarred sky. Peals of deafening ...

It is pouring outside. The sky is a canvas of monochromes, dull shades of grey, punctuated by ebony, the ...

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 ...

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