Indian Food Photography

Thandai Kebab

It’s my first Holi in Delhi and that it’s an explosion on my senses, is an ...

Dada loathed vegetables and greens in his growing-up years. I was less of a rebel, although I do need to ...

The rooftop of the cowshed, just behind the kitchen garden, protected by the leafy canopy of the gnarled ...

I adore my greens. And one of the myriad reasons why I love winters is the prolific abundance of ...

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 ...

Talk to a Mumbaikar and he shall flaunt about the best pav bhajis and vada paos that money can buy. Talk ...