Poached Eggs by Farah Ahamed <br>Volume 3 | Issue 4 [August 2023]

Poached Eggs by Farah Ahamed
Volume 3 | Issue 4 [August 2023]

‘Marry me Nuru,’ Jaffer said in his precise, measured tone. ‘Together we’ll build our future in a new Kenya.’ He was standing opposite her desk at the Chambers where she worked. She’d met him several months earlier and they’d struck up a friendship. Nuru had a Pitman’s Secretarial Diploma and a driver’s licence from the first Ladies ... — Farah Ahamed
Deep Fried by Vijayalakshmi Sridhar <br>Volume 3 | Issue 4 [August 2023]

Deep Fried by Vijayalakshmi Sridhar
Volume 3 | Issue 4 [August 2023]

I spotted him on the 7.20 am local service to Avadi immediately. Pot-like belly that swelled in the front and hung low until his thigh, face bloated with the ears protruding out of the skull. Only the trunk was missing. But his fat arms compensated for the girth and width. Biju looked just like Pillayar or Ganesh, the Hindu God ... — Vijayalakshmi Sridhar
The Vendor of Sweets by Siddharth Chowdhury <br>Volume 3 | Issue 4 [August 2023]

The Vendor of Sweets by Siddharth Chowdhury
Volume 3 | Issue 4 [August 2023]

About a month back I was travelling to Jamshedpur on the Bhubaneshwar Rajdhani for some official work. As the train stopped at the Koderma station in the early morning, I saw out of the window, a food cart with the legend ‘Anukul Misthan Bhandar’ printed at the top. That name, in a flash, took me 40 years back to ... — Siddharth Chowdhury
Khaana-peena in Urdu Poetry <br>Volume 3 | Issue 3 [July 2023]

Khaana-peena in Urdu Poetry
Volume 3 | Issue 3 [July 2023]

Perhaps no other Urdu poet has written as much on food as Nazir Akbarabadi, the people’s poet par excellence from Agra. There is, of course his oft-recited ballad on roti, called appropriately enough ‘Rotinama’, but there are also poems entitled ... — Dr. Rakhshanda Jalil
My Mother’s Tongue <br>Volume 3 | Issue 2 [June 2023]

My Mother’s Tongue
Volume 3 | Issue 2 [June 2023]

Like a culinary sutradhar, my mother wields her art with fierce precision, skill, and unyielding aesthetics. All these years later, her prized Noritake China set that she bought with her hard-earned savings, still lies intact, not so much as a chip on the gravy boat. This has little to do with the luxuries of inherited crockery or generational irony. Rather, it is about a girl and her... — Kirtana Kumar
Mixed Hunting Party <br>Volume 3 | Issue 1 [May 2023]

Mixed Hunting Party
Volume 3 | Issue 1 [May 2023]

I was perhaps in the 4th standard; we were on the ground playing. The bell had rung, but I hadn’t moved; I had noticed a bird in the sky, it wasn’t moving either; it was still – suspended in the air. All of a sudden it fell, like a stone, and, within a split second, hit the ground. I was shocked, I thought it was injured... — Peeyush Sekhsaria
A Greek eats Indian food <br>Volume 2 | Issue 12 [April 2023]

A Greek eats Indian food
Volume 2 | Issue 12 [April 2023]

In the middle of bringing dishes of unidentifiable delicacies to the table, she stopped and frowned. Oh, I’m sorry, I’m all out of yoghurt, she said. That’s fine, I blithely replied, wondering why yoghurt was so important all of a sudden. As a child in Montreal, I had admired Indian ladies in saris – the only people... — Joanne Nezi
Essay by Rituparna Sengupta <br>Volume 2 | Issue 11 [March 2023]

Essay by Rituparna Sengupta
Volume 2 | Issue 11 [March 2023]

Summers at home in Kolkata are yellow. Mangoes don’t grow in our garden; our garden grows in and around mangoes. By early March, soft green leaves appear, soon followed by bunches of mango flowers, their lovely little bouquets all over the tree. Spring is incomplete without admiring the sight of the first few baby mangoes and leaning over from the terrace ... — Rituparna Sengupta
Essay by Nabanita Sengupta <br>Volume 2 | Issue 11 [March 2023]

Essay by Nabanita Sengupta
Volume 2 | Issue 11 [March 2023]

Unlike most middle and upper-class Bengali households, we did not grow up with fish. There were days when we did not have it at all. So whenever we visited our family home in the suburbs of Kolkata, our meals would begin with jethima, my aunt, expressing her concern about how fish-starved we were – ‘How will you get your nutrition?’ was her constant ... — Nabanita Sengupta
On a Sour Note <br>Volume 2 | Issue 10 [February 2023]

On a Sour Note
Volume 2 | Issue 10 [February 2023]

It was a time when Showaddywaddy, the rock & roll revival band, was topping the pop music charts. I was the proud owner of their LP record and the hit single “Under the Moon of Love” had craftily manoeuvred itself into the core of my being even as the periodic brick would crash through a window pane of our modest ... — Gautam Pemmaraju
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