Harleem — A Slice of Dutch Life

Harlem, touted as one of the hidden gems of Holland, is just a stone’s throw away from the touristy Amsterdam, and yet it is a world apart. The tiny town offers local Dutch charms without the hassles of a tourist place. Ride a boat, take a walk, or just read a book – the choice …

Triple8 — Great food, great music, great experience

“If I was eating this, I would have picked up the bun, mopped the sauce and eaten it straight off the plate.” You know you’re in good hands when the chef tells you what to eat and how to eat it. It is another matter though that I had realized my being in great hands …

The Book That Changed My Life — Or so it seems.

This post was written many years ago for Huffington Post, and before that, my now redundant blog. I was hardly a writer then. Years later, I can only express gratitude to this book, and every other book that has made me who I am. There are books and there are books. Some books take you …

Indian Food Observance Days — A sure shot way to make desi viral

India’s kitchens are going through a silent shift in attitude, celebrating all that is local and homely, and the Internet is playing a pivotal part Bottle gourd, little gourd, pumpkin, radish — not exactly the kind of vegetables we love to eat, cook or Instagram. If at all we do, we relegate them to sambars …

Vegetarians, there is more to Lucknow than the kabab

One watches in awe as the man on the griddle deftly rolls mashed potato and dunks it into smoking oil. He flips the patty cautiously until it is fried to a golden perfection. Next, he transfers it on to a pattal (dried leaf plate) for dressing. First comes the yogurt, then tamarind chutney, followed by …

The Bengali Bou

The signs are hard to miss: there is excitement in the air, chatter in the house, the girls are unusually cheerful and the boy remarkably relaxed; the kitchen no longer smells of zeera and hing but that of paanch phoran and posto bata, the fridge is stacked with sandesh and rasgullas, while the fish -- …

Of Goodbyes and Tears

Pakhi's best friend is moving, and I have been crying since morning. I teared up when I saw their goodbye at school time -- she was going to school, and the friend was asleep. She tried to hug, the friend pushed her away. But I held them up, I did not want the girls to …

Of Kanchenjunga and memories of Sikkim

  I last went to North East when I was 18 years old. That is about 20 years and six months ago. We had taken a train from #Lucknow and travelled across the northern planes to get to Siliguri - a small sleepy town in the foothills of Himalayas. . The train ride, in the …