Desserts

Taler Pitha

There’s a melancholy despair about Bijoya Doshomi. It’s meant to be a day of festivities and ...

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

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

A mellow winter morning. I lie on Grandmas ancient four-poster, cocooned in the warmth of a ...

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

The Zachariahs lived in a sprawling mansion in a leafy cul-de-sac, a brisk five minute walk from the ...

Nothing gives this grown-up girl more joy on a mellow honey-sunshine-blessed winter afternoon than ...

A disciplined row of custard apples rests on my kitchen counter. Luscious and plump, from a farm, ...

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

Who would have ever imagined a rustic Pirali Brahmin girl, from a nondescript village in far-flung ...

A listless sun glares down on a parched earth. An ominous lull. Not even bird song greets my ...

A honey sunshine morning. A verdant green hillock of shelled pea pods stands in front of Didi, ...