I realised, Food is like Language; It has its own identity.
Not all are hypnotised by the screen.
While I see most following and admiring the West, and each trying to fit in the ‘Set-Standards’, I can’t help… Read more THE INDIAN TASTE.
“Naariyal ladoo…Amaavat..Chiniya bèdaam” It’s been over a decade I last saw him; the evening hawker. Those were days when we… Read more EVENING-HAWKER
Bragging her history of blood.
Silence bellowing at its top, pierced her ears. The wood-shaded shelves tried hard to fill the large void of that… Read more The Herd Which Pulled Her Back.
“I am depressed. He has been abusing me for the last 3 days”,she said wiping her rheumy eyes with the… Read more THE INTERVIEW THAT PORTRAYED THE LIVES OF TWO INDIAN WOMEN.