Indian Recipes

Mouri Bandhakopi

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 ...

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 ...

The shrill of the phone punctuates the idyllic silence of a lazy afternoon. I am immersed in a book, the ...

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

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately with ...

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

I have often mused about the East Bengal - West Bengal divide when it comes to food. And ...