Khejur gur

Ranga Alur Puli (Sweet Potato Dumplings)

It’s the afternoon before Sankranti. The house is a cauldron of frenzied activity, the aroma of nolen gur ...

What are those ? A curious me asks Didi, pointing to the soot-blackened earthenware that she, after minutes, ...

It’s far from easy, I can vouch, to forego a job when you are at the peak of your career and take a plunge to ...

I seek inspiration this morning. The muse, the kolshi of nolen gur, the last of the season, rests on the ...

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

A mellow winter morning. I lie on Grandmas ancient four-poster, cocooned in the warmth of a patchwork ...

Playing with dough is my favourite pastime these days. I tear a frugal bit from the ball of dough Didi has ...

Winter is fading away. Silently. On hushed tiptoes. The enigma of the mist over the lake no longer greets my ...

Another mist-mysterious winter morning. I walk into my kitchen, an infant sun playfully projecting a ...

What's winter without nolen gur ? Grandma would ruminate. I am in my kitchen, bathed in streaks of golden ...

It's Makar Sankranti and my kitchen is a cauldron of furious activity. The chirer doodhpuli and sujir ...

Dada is super-excited. Almost gasping for breath, he tries to awaken me from sleep. Still in a realm of ...