I wake up to charcoal bruised heavens and the pitter-patter of rain this morning. It’s not half six yet, but S is already up, sitting in the garden, his mug of coffee on the table, watching ...
Mangshor Jhol
S and I are sipping tea. It’s a rain-blessed morning, the sun is yet to emerge from beyond the ...
Bhapa Ilish
The man has brought home some absolute gorgeous Hilsa, D rattles on the phone, animated and ...
Lamb Massaman Curry
We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of the ...
Moqueca (Brazilian Fish Stew)
We were enamored by the stories my sister-in-law returned with from her trip to Brazil. The ...
My Chicken and Broccoli Pizza
Pizza was not part of my growing up years. The sleepy hamlet of Karimganj had not yet woken up to ...
Japchae (Korean Stir-Fried Noodles)
The otherwise demure laptop started grumbling despairingly last evening, all the space had been ...
Boal Maacher Biryani
Maacher Biryani ? A cynical S had asked me. We were in Hyderabad, savouring a delectable biryani, ...
Arisa Pitha
It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal ...
Mango Kulfi
No one in the school, not even Durwanji, with his pretentious twirling moustache, and usually an ...
Nolen Gurer Ice Cream
It’s far from easy, I can vouch, to forego a job when you are at the peak of your career and take a ...
My Honey Ricotta Cheesecake
And the milk splits again. No, I shall not blame the milk. Despite the multiple misses, S and I ...