The Midnight Thali: How Weddings Turn into Food Marathons
There’s something quietly surreal about standing in a kurta that’s come undone at the collar, barefoot because your mojaris gave…
There’s something quietly surreal about standing in a kurta that’s come undone at the collar, barefoot because your mojaris gave…
Somewhere between my third turmeric latte in Austin and an article claiming “Ghee Is the New Coconut Oil,” I realized…
There’s a moment just before you eat with your hand when your fingers hover over the plate, assessing. The rice…
I’ve seen ghee do a lot of things in Indian cooking. It melts into hot rice, finishes off a tadka…
It wasn’t a written rule. No one announced it, no one enforced it. But in our house in Mumbai, Sunday…
The first time I was invited to a Bengali wedding in Kolkata, I thought I was prepared. I had a…
I still remember the taste of that first spoonful of ven pongal handed to me outside the Kapaleeshwarar temple in…
As a child, the word “fasting” sounded suspiciously like punishment. Austerity cloaked in piety. Especially when my grandmother, on random…
When I was a kid visiting Chennai during summer holidays, I thought the banana leaf was just a fancy plate.…
Growing up in Mumbai, our family dining table wasn’t just about hunger—it was about hierarchy. And at the top of…