Rice and Bread

Pujor Ranna | Durga Pujor Bhuribhoj

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 ...

That Grandma is furiously finicky with her rice is an understatement. The grains have to be ...

It's a mellow spring morning. Winter has retired, the early morning melancholy mists over the ...

The vacations till now, I ruminate in agonizing frustration, have been thoroughly uneventful and ...

That's the Orion. Bapi points out to me and Dada in a hushed whisper of a tone. The Hunter in the ...