Indian Food Photography

Mati Mahor Dali (Split Black Gram / Urad Dal, Assamese Style)

Growing up in a sleepy hamlet in far-flung Assam was bliss. In the sylvan lap of nature. By the lazy ...

Manikkaka looks up anxiously at the charcoal-scarred sky. It is barely nine am this June morning, the first ...

Ilish Shukto ? My cousin-in-law gawks at me in stunned disbelief. A pristine shimmering-silver ilish rests ...

I remember a rainy afternoon when Mashi cooked Ilish, an overnight catch from Kolaghat which the fishmonger ...

I wake up to the pitter-patter of raindrops on my window pane. A grey morning. A truant sun playing ...

There's something romantic about a grey overcast morning. The sulking clouds. The drunken gales. The ...

It's wistful nostalgia for me on this auspicious day of Rathyatra, the chariot festival when the Lord and his ...

I hate bittergourd. I throw up the most ingenious of tantrums the moment bittergourd turns up on my lunch ...

Eggplant, as fresh as can be, plucked this morning from the kitchen garden. Droplets of rain from the ...

Grandma's princess is glum this morning. Incarcerated indoors, thanks to the merciless heat of a tyrannical ...

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

One thing has not changed though over all the years. The child in me still yearns to run to the backyard, as ...