Pithe Puli

Gokul Pithe

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 ...

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 ...

Its just a week to Sankranti and my kitchen is cooking a decadent spread of pithe and puli. And some divine ...

It's long past sunset. The last vestiges of the evening sun have ebbed out. The crimson of the twilight sky ...

A hullabaloo wakes me this chilly morning. Far from amused, I open half an eye to probe what's amiss. Then ...

Grandma's cooking prowess was legendary. The only indulgence she allowed herself, despite her spartan ...

I grew up in Assam, where Makar sankranti is celebrated as bhogali bihu, which is mainly a harvest festival ...