Rice and Bread

Boal Maacher Biryani

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

An Amphan-battered Bengal inches back to normalcy. Rising from the devastation left behind by the ...

Bapi rarely cooked. And that wasn’t because he didn’t know how to cook. In fact, he adored ...

I have been extremely worried out Maa - she and Mashi have been alone ever since our house-help left ...

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The ...

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately ...

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

A wicker basket laden with luscious plump oranges greets me this morning. The grey winter man, a ...

Thursday mornings are special. The otherwise sleepy house in the time-stops-still hamlet of ...

The radio is the cynosure of the humble study in our house. The wooden contraption, religiously ...

I would know the tin even if I were blindfolded. Battered. Long past its prime. The Parle biscuit ...

Today is Eid-Al-Fitr, the day which marks the end of the holy month of Ramdan, a day synonymous with ...