Food Styling

Jeere Morich diye Murgir Jhol (Chicken Stew with Cumin and Peppercorn)

The fifth morning of lockdown. We are getting used to blissful time-stop-still mornings - ...

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 ...

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 ...

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Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...