Non Vegetarian

Kumro Patay Chingrir Bora (Fritters of Shrimps wrapped in Pumpkin Leaves)

Come the first showers and the soulless dust bowl that our backyard had degenerated to in the scorching blaze ...

Bapi chose to remain uncannily reticent whenever Dada and I quizzed him about his and Grandma's migration ...

I am hardly ten. Just the age when the tragic enigma of Death has started to loom large on my psyche. I am ...

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that the array ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I request ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced autumn-melting-into-winter ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am elated. We are ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The kansa has ...

Isn't it rather unusual that on a manic Monday morning, I wallow in sweet nostalgia, allowing myself the ...