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Mangshor Jhol

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 ...

Delhi was explosion on my food senses. The decadent world of Mughlai cuisine left me spellbound and ...

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

Sundays are special, the only day Bapi can laze around in the morning without needing to steal a ...

Bored with grilled chicken? Fancy whipping up a restaurant grade dinner in the cosy comfort of ...

I am hardly ten. Just the age when the tragic enigma of Death has started to loom large on my ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced ...