Pulao

খুদের বউয়া | বউয়া ভাত | Khuder Boua

“শুয়েছে ভোরের রোদ ধানের উপরে মাথা পেতে অলস গেঁয়োর মতো এইখানে কার্তিকের খেতে; মাঠের ঘাসের গন্ধ বুকে ...

I have been extremely worried out Maa - she and Mashi have been alone ever since our house-help left for her ...

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately with ...

A wicker basket laden with luscious plump oranges greets me this morning. The grey winter man, a shroud of ...

The radio is the cynosure of the humble study in our house. The wooden contraption, religiously dusted by ...

That Grandma is furiously finicky with her rice is an understatement. The grains have to be perfect. The ...

The vacations till now, I ruminate in agonizing frustration, have been thoroughly uneventful and ...

Evening descends on hushed tiptoes. Surreptitiously. Crimson and vermilion smother the last vestiges of blue ...

The heady fragrance of Gobindobhog, the gorgeous golden of earthy turmeric, an overindulgence of sinful ...

A delectable Mediterranean lunch of pilaf and kofte on a time-stops-still Sunday afternoon inspires me to do ...