Indian Food Photography

Thakurbarir Mango Pudding

Who would have ever imagined a rustic Pirali Brahmin girl, from a nondescript village in far-flung Jessore, ...

That Grandma is furiously finicky with her rice is an understatement. The grains have to be perfect. The ...

The fledgling bottlegourd vine by the cowshed is mischievous. Every time a punctilious Manikkaka trains her ...

The heat has been excruciating over the last couple of days. The humidity punishing. It's a just a week to ...

Didi is peeling oranges. The last harvest of Nagpur oranges for the season, I heard Bapi mention to Maa and ...

My fishmonger gets me a delectable catch of pabda this spring-is-melting-into-summer morning. As fresh as ...

A listless sun glares down on a parched earth. An ominous lull. Not even bird song greets my fatigued soul. ...

Jackfruit is in profusion this summer. The nondescript sapling Dada and I discovered in the backyard quite ...

When my fishmonger calls me this morning to inform that he has (finally !!) managed to get fresh shol maach, ...

The fledgling jackruit tree Dada and I had discovered quite by chance one nondescript evening as we chased ...

I yearn for something feisty this morning. Tear-jerking spicy yet sinfully enticing. Grey foggy winter ...

I seek inspiration this morning. Something novel. Something I have never attempted before. I sit ...