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Carpe Diem: A Lesson in Refrigeration

Carpe Diem: A Lesson in Refrigeration

It struck me as I was throwing out a ziplock bag full of once-frozen strawberries that had now turned a bag of red liquid with bits of mouldy berries floating in it. I had frozen them last season in the hope of conjuring up an Almond and Strawberry Tea Cake off season or making virtuous […]

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Easy Vegan Chocolate Almond Cake (and a lesson in tolerance)

Easy Vegan Chocolate Almond Cake (and a lesson in tolerance)

Harini is one of the first food bloggers I met in Mumbai, and we instantly became friends. It’s not very difficult to make friends with Harini–she’s a transparent soul, full of life and vigour–chatty, well-read, superlatively talented (she can stitch, embroider, crochet, style, photograph, is a phenomenal cook…) and most importantly, she is very kind. She’s […]

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Spring and Summer: An Ode to the Tabebuia Rosea

                        *Dedicated to the long line of Tabebuia Rosea trees along the Eastern Express Highway in Mumbai, that bloom in the Indian Spring.*  Spring: Chaitra  Don’t sit in my head and smile at me through faux cherry blossoms (Yes, I know they’re called Tabebuia Rosea; […]

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Mangoes, pickles, and a home lost

The Khanapur house had three mango trees. Against the red brick exterior of the house, the mature green trees offered a majestic and warm welcome as they slowly appeared in sight on the bumpy, dusty drive to the house at the fag end of a 12 hour journey. At the entrance, on the corner of […]

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Kolhapur

Kolhapur

Too many alleys leading up to too many Maha Dwaars Too many gods in one temple Which one am I looking for? Every year, a new rickshaw-walla driving an unusually high and unusually noisy auto-rickshaw drops me to a new door. I forget the landmarks I had tried to remember the last time. Climbing down […]

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To god, with love

To god, with love

Last weekend, we performed a small pooja at home. There has been a spate of illnesses and other sudden and unexplained, seemingly unjustified challenges at home the past couple of months. Work kept us sane, but there was anxiety and, often, hopelessness lurking beneath a functional exterior. None of my positive thinking, none of my […]

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A dancer never dies.

I was still in school when I quit my dance class. I had been going for more than 5 years and was one of my teacher’s favorites when I called it a day. I don’t think she quite forgave me when I quit. Mrs. De and her husband, typical Probashi Bengalis, ran a small dance […]

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