Non Vegetarian

Chelo Kebab, Peter Cat Style

Waiting in a serpentine queue on a rain-soaked Sunday, an umbrella barely generous to protect the two of us ...

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

My Chinese Chicken Roast. Luscious and succulent. Patiently basted with a honey - soy marinade. Perfumed with ...

The phone rings for a while before the unmistakable baritone voice of Rita Aunty answers the call. Did I ...

There is no one I know who is so full of joie de vivre and exudes as much positivity, even when faced with ...

The doorbell rang. The man and I are in the garden, S engrossed in his email that has arrived overnight, I ...

I have sulked all morning. It’s unacceptable and unfair, I have rehearsed the fervent pitch in ...

I wake up to charcoal bruised heavens and the pitter-patter of rain this morning. It’s not ...

S and I are sipping tea. It’s a rain-blessed morning, the sun is yet to emerge from beyond the ...

The man has brought home some absolute gorgeous Hilsa, D rattles on the phone, animated and impatient, ...

We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of the kitchen, dressed ...

We were enamored by the stories my sister-in-law returned with from her trip to Brazil. The indescribable ...