No Onion No Garlic

Bengali Phulkopir Singara (Bengali Cauliflower Samosa)

Sunday afternoons were the only time Bapi managed some respite from his otherwise hectic, often punishing, ...

A wicker basket laden with luscious plump oranges greets me this morning. The grey winter man, a shroud of ...

It’s my first Holi in Delhi and that it’s an explosion on my senses, is an ...

Dada loathed vegetables and greens in his growing-up years. I was less of a rebel, although I do need to ...

The rooftop of the cowshed, just behind the kitchen garden, protected by the leafy canopy of the gnarled ...

Autumn takes a bow. And arrives winter. Stealthily. On hushed tiptoes. A thin lace of mist hangs ...

Thursday mornings are special. The otherwise sleepy house in the time-stops-still hamlet of Karimganj, a ...

It's a sultry autumn afternoon. An overwhelming quiet pervades, a sharp contrast to the hectic humdrum and ...

It's been a prolific pumpkin season, Grandma and Maa have been patiently sending dispatches of gorgeous ...

I would know the tin even if I were blindfolded. Battered. Long past its prime. The Parle biscuit label, an ...

There are days when Dada is outrageously fussy with his food and worse still, for no comprehensible reason. ...

Come the rains and the backyard is a frenzied riot of verdant green. The papaya trees, just outside my ...