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Chachi’s Chingrir Roshbora ( Shrimp Dumplings in Coconut Milk)

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

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

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably ...

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

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that ...

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

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

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from ...

The shrill of the phone punctuates the idyllic silence of a lazy afternoon. I am immersed in a ...

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

Kakimoni was an angel. She lived a few houses away from us down the flaming gulmohor-crowned ...

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