No Onion No Garlic

Mati Mahor Dali (Split Black Gram / Urad Dal, Assamese Style)

Growing up in a sleepy hamlet in far-flung Assam was bliss. In the sylvan lap of nature. By the lazy ...

It's wistful nostalgia for me on this auspicious day of Rathyatra, the chariot festival when the Lord and his ...

I hate bittergourd. I throw up the most ingenious of tantrums the moment bittergourd turns up on my lunch ...

Eggplant, as fresh as can be, plucked this morning from the kitchen garden. Droplets of rain from the ...

One thing has not changed though over all the years. The child in me still yearns to run to the backyard, as ...

It's a mellow spring morning. Winter has retired, the early morning melancholy mists over the grey-green ...

Didi is peeling oranges. The last harvest of Nagpur oranges for the season, I heard Bapi mention to Maa and ...

Generations of erudite scholars have researched the Tagores of Jorasanko, undeniably the Renaissance family ...

The vacations till now, I ruminate in agonizing frustration, have been thoroughly uneventful and ...

The fledgling jackruit tree Dada and I had discovered quite by chance one nondescript evening as we chased ...

I yearn for something feisty this morning. Tear-jerking spicy yet sinfully enticing. Grey foggy winter ...

I adore winters when it comes to cooking. All the fresh produce that Mother Earth blesses us with. All the ...