Makar Sankranti

Arisa Pitha

It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal ...

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, ...

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

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 ...

It's Makar Sankranti and my kitchen is a cauldron of furious activity. The chirer doodhpuli and ...

Dada is super-excited. Almost gasping for breath, he tries to awaken me from sleep. Still in a ...

The doorbell rang. The jarring shrill piercing the lull of a parched summer afternoon. A kind of ...

Its less than a week to Sankranti and my kitchen is in a manic frenzy cooking a decadent spread of ...

Grandma sat on a cane mora, her back to the gorgeous winter sunshine, instructing Didi how to ...

It's long past sunset. The last vestiges of the evening sun have ebbed out. The crimson of the ...