Non Vegetarian

Pabnar Hansher Kalia (Duck Stew in Coconut Milk)

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 ...

The shrill of the phone punctuates the idyllic silence of a lazy afternoon. I am immersed in a book, the ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn afternoon, ...

Kakimoni was an angel. She lived a few houses away from us down the flaming gulmohor-crowned cul-de-sac, ...