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Bhetki Maacher Jhal

I wake up to charcoal bruised heavens and the pitter-patter of rain this morning. It’s not half six ...

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 ...

And meet my mother-in-law, T announces. The septuagenarian lady who walks out to the living room is ...

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 Raj, as any colonial historian would remind you, was perpetually on the ...

I sit ruminating this morning, thinking of the origins of Bengali cuisine and the influences that ...