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Mutton Glassy

It is pouring outside. The sky is a canvas of monochromes, dull shades of grey, punctuated by ebony, ...

It is a time-stops-still Sunday afternoon. Lunch has just concluded, Maas lip-smacking chicken ...

I have never quite been able to explain why Puri holds such a special place in my heart. May be ...

I rattle off the steps once again in my head. Remember to marinate the meat overnight. Cook the ...

Bapi chose to remain uncannily reticent whenever Dada and I quizzed him about his and Grandma's ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable ...

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled ...

It’s a gorgeous autumn morning. The nimbus clouds that had usurped the heavens above and scarred ...

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

Wave after wave lashes the shore. With a monotonous predictability that only Nature can ...