Indian

Shahi Beguni (Special Eggplant Fritters)

I have never quite been able to explain why Puri holds such a special place in my heart. May be ...

I hate bittergourd. I throw up the most ingenious of tantrums the moment bittergourd turns up on my ...

Eggplant, as fresh as can be, plucked this morning from the kitchen garden. Droplets of rain from ...

Grandma's princess is glum this morning. Incarcerated indoors, thanks to the merciless heat of a ...

I potter around my sun-washed kitchen, gazing at the luscious Bay prawns that rest patiently on the ...

The first memories of kalboisakhi are of stark fear. A little girl cowered in Grandma's lap as ...

Who would have ever imagined a rustic Pirali Brahmin girl, from a nondescript village in far-flung ...

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

The fledgling bottlegourd vine by the cowshed is mischievous. Every time a punctilious Manikkaka ...

The heat has been excruciating over the last couple of days. The humidity punishing. It's a just a ...

It's a mellow spring morning. Winter has retired, the early morning melancholy mists over the ...

Didi is peeling oranges. The last harvest of Nagpur oranges for the season, I heard Bapi mention to ...