Nolen Gur

Watalappam | Watalappan

I first experienced Watalappam on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, on a lazy, sun-scorched afternoon. Lunch ...

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 ...

Payeshpata, it was much later that I came to know they were far more familiar as Pandan leaves in the ...

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

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 ...

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 ...