Of biscuits, broken and whole <br>Volume 3 | Issue 10 [February 2024]

Of biscuits, broken and whole
Volume 3 | Issue 10 [February 2024]

At the window of a ground floor flat in Calcutta (this was 1966), a very small child with big eyes sits, biting into a thin arrowroot biscuit. She is engrossed in the life bustling right outside the window. When the crow alights onto the window sill, she freezes. The crow is as large as she is. In a blink, the bird has grabbed the biscuit through the window grille and has made its ... — Manjari Chakravarti
Onam Sadhya <br>Volume 3 | Issue 9 [January 2024]

Onam Sadhya
Volume 3 | Issue 9 [January 2024]

What can a Malayali writer think about when asked to write about food and eating? The answer is, inevitably, the Onam festival and its famous feast, the sadhya. A typical image the advent of Onam evokes is that of the sumptuous Malayali sadhya spread out over fresh green plantain leaves, packed with colours as vivid as the shades on a Kathakali actor’s elaborate costume and ... — Shashi Tharoor
Ambedkar and Food <br>Volume 3 | Issue 8 [December 2023]

Ambedkar and Food
Volume 3 | Issue 8 [December 2023]

A deep interest in food is not something one would immediately associate with B.R. Ambedkar, but from accounts of people who were close to him, we know that he liked to eat well. From his Marathi biographer, C.B. Khairmode, we know that he loved bombil chutney—dried Bombay Duck, roasted ... — Ashok Gopal
Bekang Um: All Wrapped Up in Banana Leaves<br>Volume 3 | Issue 7 [November 2023]

Bekang Um: All Wrapped Up in Banana Leaves
Volume 3 | Issue 7 [November 2023]

I watch my mother scrape off bits of sticky, pungent bekang um from a spoon onto a lush banana leaf and then pass it to me to wrap up with a piece of string. No verbal communication necessary, our hands move in silent synchrony. The ritual of preparing bekang um, or fermented soybean, has cemented itself as part of my upbringing, ... — Lalhriatzuali Bungsut
The Jitiya Fast <br>Volume 3 | Issue 7 [November 2023]

The Jitiya Fast
Volume 3 | Issue 7 [November 2023]

In Hinduism, fasts fall into three categories that overlap – phalahar, a fruit-based diet, nirahari, without food and sometimes even water, or alpahari, eating prescribed food with an intermittent fasting period; I have tried all three but it is the feasts that follow them, that keeps me more interested.... — Priti Saxena
Kasheer-e- Dastarkhawn <br>Volume 3 | Issue 7 [November 2023]

Kasheer-e- Dastarkhawn
Volume 3 | Issue 7 [November 2023]

I was about ten years old when we heard a knock on the door. A few men stood near the gate, asking for food. We were not rich. The coming of such strangers was a common thing in Kashmir at that time. Mostly they were bearded men with weapons. I remember their demand: Kokur (chicken), Maaz (mutton), Rogan Josh and Zumroo Thool (egg curry)... — Takbeer Salati
The Nose Is For Eating Too <br>Volume 3 | Issue 6 [October 2023]

The Nose Is For Eating Too
Volume 3 | Issue 6 [October 2023]

As if mother’s bedridden condition was not traumatic enough, the doctor advised us to go in for nasal feeding. As the primary caregiver, my first reaction was revulsion. For one who has lived with rhinitis for the most part of her life, I have always viewed the nose as an annoying organ that produces snot; viscous, yellow-green, obnoxious-looking; something that... — Gita Viswanath
Food as Autobiography <br>Volume 3 | Issue 5 [September 2023]

Food as Autobiography
Volume 3 | Issue 5 [September 2023]

All my life I have had a particular special relationship to food. Taste, texture, colour, fragrance make or break food for me. During some of my life, food was the panacea to all grief; sometimes it was the enemy of what I wanted to look like, and sometimes of what I wanted to feel like; more and more ... — Mallika Sarabhai
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
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