I had written this story sometime last year around Jamai Shoshthi, a day set aside in the month of Jaishtha when Bengali mother-in-law's...

Eggplant coated in a batter of chickpea flour and deep fried This post was first posted in 2010. It is being reposted. T he rain h...

" M a, Maa", Mr. Bhattacharya's stentorian voice resonated across the still sleepy neighborhood. The two gray pigeons trying...

S he had an inkling of it for a while now.But never uttered a word. Why bring the climax in the middle of a beautiful life story, she thoug...

T he Mashima* at 37B/1 was very stingy. Miser might be a better word to describe her. She complained about everything, about the corners no...

N o, no, not me. My wife. Yes, the one on the far right, with the expensive camera around her shoulder. She is the Food Blogger. At lea...

S he wanted to make Dahi Murg today. From that Madhur Jaffrey book sitting on her dresser. The one she had checked out from the local ...

F riday was her Ma's Puja day. A day of thorough cleaning, sparse vegetarian eating, smoky incense sticks and hour long prayers. ...

T oday I won't talk much. If I start there is no stopping, so I will be quiet, really, really quiet. I will do this so that you get a mo...

T omorrow is Anu's birthday. Anu, her first born. It has been 8 years since that snowy day in Boston.The snow had been heavy that day, a...