Desserts

Arisa Pitha

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 ...

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

I hear the monstrous storm pummel the doors. The windows fling open and shut, toyed upon by the ...

The second week of lockdown. And I wake up craving for sugar. I bring it up to S as we sip our ...

I seek inspiration this morning. The muse, the kolshi of nolen gur, the last of the season, rests ...

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, ...

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

Rewind to a fortnight back. The shrill cacophony of the phone punctuates the sublime bliss of the ...

We hunted. We fished. We foraged. Earthy food. Clean flavours. Redolent of the earth and the ...

Can you please help me with the recipe of kheerer sandesh? The message on Facebook read. My grandma ...