In winters, I love the nip in the air, the festivals, the long jackets, the layering of clothing and the boots that I am Oh- so-crazy about. It’s my look-like-a-model season. Then comes summer, the associations that I make with the season are long international...
The spring halts briefly in Delhi before setting it ablaze with the scorching summer. Every morning when I wake up I can see the bougainvillaeas sway merrily in their happy colours of pink, yellow, purple and red outside my huge window. I can already feel myself...
The festival of colours, Holi brings to mind the burst of colours in the air, the squealing as water is splashed on someone, the laughter that rings in the air, the Holi anthem “Rang Barse” that is played in every car, house and farmhouse and of course,...
Diwali, the festival of lights is one that is most celebrated in the whole of India and it is during this time that the halwais work arduously to make fresh batches of mithai to meet the demands of the customers. Sweets and gifts are exchanged much before the...
“Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of...
If there was one vegetable that was not a favourite in my childhood, it was Baigan (Brinjal/ Eggplant/ Aubergine). There were mainly three ways Mom would make the vegetable and it depended on the size of the brinjal.- Baigan ka Bharta for the fuller, round variety,...
