Of Cheese, Childhood, and Sandwiches

As middle class children growing up in small town India, we had limited access to cheese. In the initial years I hadn't even known about the existence of some rancid stuff that people would die for, later it made special appearances in form of paneer (called cottage cheese by the erudite), and amul's processed cheese …

मैं और मेरी अदरक की कॉफ़ी अक्सर ये बातें करते हैं …

My adrak ki coffee, ginger coffee, was born on a chilly morning in Bangalore. This was when I had no idea that June mornings can be chilly, or that coffee tastes best with ginger. It was also before I had discovered the joy of Bru and was still a Nescafe loyalist. As it turned out …

An Incomplete Breakfast By The Sea

Four tiny vadas, and one sticky, steaming hot idli, eaten at a stall, sitting on a narrow bench that had turned black with dirt and grime, with just a few street kids playing across the road, and the family of three -- mother, father, son, -- taking turns at the stove, the tap, and the …