Come spring, Radha kaku would try and find out if her sister, Auntie Evie had any plans of coming down to Mumbai. Radha kaku had family roots up North in Delhi and Bathinda. She would pine for the kale gaajar ki kaanji every season, and somehow, through this one or that, she’d get her quota …
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The original, Marathi version of this article appeared in Loksatta on September 1, 2012 and can be read here. In the swanky, heavily air conditioned suburban office where I took up my first job ever as an associate editor, two foods constantly poured out of the hole-in-the-wall pantry—ginger tea and Maggi. It was what helped …
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Many, many years ago, on a trip to Mahabaleshwar, I ate baby carrots for the first time. Slender little things with their greens still on. I must have been six or seven. And yet, it is surprising how I remember their distinct crispness and sweetness. I think we all ate a bunch each. Several years …
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