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Kumro Patay Chingrir Bora (Fritters of Shrimps wrapped in Pumpkin Leaves)

Come the first showers and the soulless dust bowl that our backyard had degenerated to in the ...

The sight of the moringa tree in a neighbours garden, abloom with pristine ivory buds, makes me ...

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

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

Cut to half a decade back. It’s a charcoal-scarred sky this morning. Ominous cumulonimbus clouds ...

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

Sunday afternoons were the only time Bapi managed some respite from his otherwise hectic, often ...

Flanked on the south by Kalighat, home to the ancient temple where resides the presiding deity of ...

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

It’s my first Holi in Delhi and that it’s an explosion on my senses, is an understatement. It’s a ...

Playing with dough is my favourite pastime these days. I tear a frugal bit from the ball of dough ...

It's the crack of dawn. Goubert Avenue and the fabled French Quarters of Pondicherry still hide ...