Poush Parbon

Sutuli (Xutuli) Pitha

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ritual of ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable frustration, ...

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 ...

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 ...