Indian Food Photography

Christmas Fruit Cake | Christmas Plum Cake

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow cabbage, she ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced autumn-melting-into-winter ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am elated. We are ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

There’s a melancholy despair about Bijoya Doshomi. It’s meant to be a day of festivities and celebration, ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled having ...

Isn't it rather unusual that on a manic Monday morning, I wallow in sweet nostalgia, allowing myself the ...

It’s a gorgeous autumn morning. The nimbus clouds that had usurped the heavens above and scarred them an ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn afternoon, ...

Kakimoni was an angel. She lived a few houses away from us down the flaming gulmohor-crowned cul-de-sac, ...