Golda Chingri Photography

Rita Aunty’s Prawn Temperado, the Anglo Indian Way

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

There is no one I know who is so full of joie de vivre and exudes as much positivity, even when faced with ...

The first day of the lockdown and we were thoroughly under-prepared. We knew it was coming, we were rather ...

I am a kid who’s just been gifted a new toy, one that I had dreamt about but really never expected to ...

I have written about the Durga Pujo at the Chorbagan Chatterjees earlier in my Mahabhog series, I am sure you ...

In 1610, a good eight decades before the British acquired the zamindari rights of Sutanuti, Gobindopur and ...

The Gondhoraj Lebu plant in the quiet corner of my garden, under the protective canopy of the bougainvillea, ...

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 ...

And so Dada and I set out, one golden autumn morning, gorgeous sunshine bathing the metropolis, still ...

I potter around my sun-washed kitchen, gazing at the luscious Bay prawns that rest patiently on the black ...

The plump line-caught Bay of Bengal prawns that rest on my kitchen counter this morning pose infinite ...