I peeped into the kitchen. The smell was making my stomach growl. The stove in our kitchen is right next to the east-facing window. Most times, one needs a super-high-powered pair of sunglasses to avoid the sting of sunlight on the bright metal utensils going about their business on the…
Mum’s out of town again, which means that the kitchen is my free ground. I feel a little more confident this year than last year, since I’ve been experimenting with cooking. The kitchen doesn’t seem like scary, alien territory anymore. I’m actually cooking andaaze se instead of following the instructions…
October opens with promise, delectable aromas and lots of windows open on my computer. What am I on? My article titled ‘The Chef’s @’ appears in JetLite’s’ in-flight magazine through this month. It is a go-to primer for the culinary-challenged (like me) who nevertheless have appetites and luckily for them,…
Epilogue: I’m picking up a series I began a good while ago called ‘I Am Jill’. Those of you who didn’t recognize the reference, it’s inspired by the line “I am Jack’s cold sweat” from the movie Fight Club. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The long journey from nursery to rhymes was fraught with…
Since I quit my job a little over six months ago, the one question I keep getting asked is, So what are you doing these days? Interesting isn’t it, how one’s career defines one’s life? At one point of time I used to resent the fact that my I was…
Last evening I was overcome by an urge to eat chana masala, the buttery over-spicy type, all covered with raw mango chunks and unidentified (but delicious) stuff on top. The Juhu beach variety. And while at it, bring on a naariyalpaani as well. Why not I asked myself (and oh…
An appointment on my calendar had me venturing out of the busy suburbs and into the quieter heartland of what is otherwise town. Matunga was an adventure.
The last fifteen days of summer!! Already the dark clouds have started gathering in the sky, heralding the onset of monsoon…very soon. *Sigh* Three months of muddy feet, browned clothes, greasy hair and the sniffles. The whole country thinks that rains are romantic and looks forward to the dark clouds…
Her fingers paused on the edge of the key-stroke. The ceasing of the rapidfire tap-clackety-clack-tap of her keyboard sounded very loud and she glanced up guiltily to see who had noticed. No one had, apparantly, so she breathed in a slow rush of air, settling that odd fear to rest…
Once, during my winter vacations, my grandmother sent me downstairs to buy some vegetables. I knew nothing about veggies of course but her reassuring face hovered above from the balcony as she said she would point out the fresh ones from the rest. So I skipped down the stairs to…
