Growing up in Karimganj, in the far south of Assam, our understanding of the cuisines of peninsular India was wonderfully, almost endearingly, uncomplicated. Everything that came from ...


Growing up in Karimganj, in the far south of Assam, our understanding of the cuisines of peninsular India was wonderfully, almost endearingly, uncomplicated. Everything that came from ...

Chapter 1 The Sun. The Sand. The Sea. There was a time when Puri meant only the sea. I ...

Bipattarini Pujo arrived in our childhood home wrapped in red. Red hibiscus lay heaped on brass ...

It is that time of the year again. The week when the wheels of Lord Jagannath’s mighty chariot ...

A cluster of coconut trees stood like silent sentinels at the edge of our backyard — impossibly ...

This story begins on a sultry summer day of the mid 90s in Madhyamgram. Still a quiet afterthought ...

I insist on accompanying Bapi to the baajaar. It’s a bright spring morning, the skies a clear ...

In Bengal, nothing is ever truly wasted. Not the peel of a gourd, not the stems of greens, not even ...

There is a certain unruliness to pui shaak that I have always admired. It does not grow—it advances. ...

The fruit vendor arrives like a quiet herald of indulgence, his basket brimming with cherries—plump, ...

Madurai is an ancient enchantress - she does not reveal herself all at once. She unfolds slowly to ...

I first experienced Watalappam on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, on a lazy, sun-scorched ...

Some dishes arrive not in grand Michelin-starred restaurants, but in nondescript hole-in-the-wall ...

There are places where food is sustenance, and there are places where food is memory — stitched with ...

It’s a quiet afternoon. Spring is melting, slowly, very slowly into what promises to be a harsh ...
