Mutton Curry Food Photography

Mangshor Jhol

S and I are sipping tea. It’s a rain-blessed morning, the sun is yet to emerge from beyond the ...

S and I both love our books. Nothing gives us more joy than spending endless hours idling around ...

Time flies, on rosy wings. As yet another decade draws to a close, I cannot but revert to the ...

Sundays are special, the only day Bapi can laze around in the morning without needing to steal a ...

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

It is pouring outside. The sky is a canvas of monochromes, dull shades of grey, punctuated by ebony, ...

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 shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced ...

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 ...