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Palo Pitha | Palo Pithe | Chandankath Pitha

As Sankranti draws near, a new wave of gripping cold descends on our sleepy hamlet of ...

Do remember to get my khejur knata, Grandma reminds Bapi as he takes the last sip of tea from the bone-china ...

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

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 ...

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, the ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable frustration, ...

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

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 ...