Indian Food Photography

Bel Pana Tart (Wood Apple Tart)

The bel tree was not my favourite tree in Grandmas backyard. Well, far from it. And there was ample reason ...

Grey winter takes a bow. And in hushed tiptoes arrives spring. With her mellow mornings and pleasant sun. ...

Age is catching up fast on Grandma. She no longer spends long hours in the soot -blackened ancient kitchen, ...

My princess must have inherited her love for fish from her Grandfather, Grandma would inevitably comment to ...

Grandma is in the kitchen, seated on her ancient pnire, the twin oonoons are still at work despite the late ...

Waiting in a serpentine queue on a rain-soaked Sunday, an umbrella barely generous to protect the two of us ...

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

My Chinese Chicken Roast. Luscious and succulent. Patiently basted with a honey - soy marinade. Perfumed with ...

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

Thursdays are special. These are Lokkhibaar, days when Grandma and Maa offer prayers to the generous Goddess ...

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

The doorbell rang. The man and I are in the garden, S engrossed in his email that has arrived overnight, I ...