Recipes

Bhetki Maacher Jhal

I wake up to charcoal bruised heavens and the pitter-patter of rain this morning. It’s not half six ...

S and I are sipping tea. It’s a rain-blessed morning, the sun is yet to emerge from beyond the ...

The man has brought home some absolute gorgeous Hilsa, D rattles on the phone, animated and ...

We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of the ...

We were enamored by the stories my sister-in-law returned with from her trip to Brazil. The ...

The otherwise demure laptop started grumbling despairingly last evening, all the space had been ...

Maacher Biryani ? A cynical S had asked me. We were in Hyderabad, savouring a delectable biryani, ...

It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal ...

No one in the school, not even Durwanji, with his pretentious twirling moustache, and usually an ...

It’s far from easy, I can vouch, to forego a job when you are at the peak of your career and take a ...

And the milk splits again. No, I shall not blame the milk. Despite the multiple misses, S and I ...

S and I both love our books. Nothing gives us more joy than spending endless hours idling around ...