Mutton Recipes

Mangshor Jhol

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

We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of 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 rattle off the steps once again in my head. Remember to marinate the meat overnight. Cook the ...

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 ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn ...