Nolen Gur

Gajorer Doodpuli (Doodhpuli with Carrot Stuffing)

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 ...

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 ...

It's Makar Sankranti and my kitchen is a cauldron of furious activity. The chirer doodhpuli and sujir ...

Dada is super-excited. Almost gasping for breath, he tries to awaken me from sleep. Still in a realm of ...

The doorbell rang. The jarring shrill piercing the lull of a parched summer afternoon. A kind of ominous ...

Its less than a week to Sankranti and my kitchen is in a manic frenzy cooking a decadent spread of pithe, ...

Grandma sat on a cane mora, her back to the gorgeous winter sunshine, instructing Didi how to prepare the ...