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Murgi Monohora

Isn't it rather unusual that on a manic Monday morning, I wallow in sweet nostalgia, allowing myself ...

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

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

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

I have often mused about the East Bengal - West Bengal divide when it comes to food. And contrary ...

Cut to half a decade back. It’s a charcoal-scarred sky this morning. Ominous cumulonimbus clouds ...

Would a trip to Kolkata ever be complete without a ritualistic sojourn to the Maniktala Market ...

Food in Cambodia and Thailand was divine, there was not one meal that offered us the slightest of an ...

The ten odd days we spent in PhnomPenh and SiemReap were gorgeous to say the least. The ...

Summer vacations have just started. Days are scorching, Grandma discourages me from venturing ...

The summer is fierce. The glare is blinding and the heat enervating. Who ever thought the coy ...

It’s not everyday that my fishmonger calls to inform that he’s got some gorgeous boal maach. And ...