No Onion No Garlic

Jeere Morich diye Murgir Jhol (Chicken Stew with Cumin and Peppercorn)

The fifth morning of lockdown. We are getting used to blissful time-stop-still mornings - sublime ...

The second day of lockdown and I wake up to a world of uncanny calm. No noxious fume-belching ...

The shrill of the mobile punctuates the sublime calm of the weekend morning. It’s a friend, the ...

Winter has taken a bow. The migratory birds that had thronged the lake have long departed for ...

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow ...

It’s a gorgeous autumn morning. The nimbus clouds that had usurped the heavens above and scarred ...

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately ...

Cut to half a decade back. It’s a charcoal-scarred sky this morning. Ominous cumulonimbus clouds ...

Food in Cambodia and Thailand was divine, there was not one meal that offered us the slightest of an ...

The ten odd days we spent in PhnomPenh and SiemReap were gorgeous to say the least. The ...

Sunday afternoons were the only time Bapi managed some respite from his otherwise hectic, often ...