Nalen gur

Nolen Gurer Bhapa Doi

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 ...

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ritual of ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

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 ...

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 ...