Hapayah!

Last night when I was enjoying my daily dose of weepy soaps and laughable reality shows alongwith crispy homemade aloo ke parathe slathered ...

'Ok so we'll catch up soon,' finished my husband, as he deftly manouevered a piece of watermelon at the breakfast table in one h...

I have a substitute cook these days. This man has a specialty of pulling the best faces you'd ever want to see in a man. 'Bharat,...

There's a tiny sparrow's nest just outside the kitchen window. This little nimble footed creature mostly hops to and fro through the...

Though I'm a self confessed fan of the great Indian summer, staying in Mumbai for the past eight years has brought back a sense of nosta...

The other day, when I was forced to abandon the sweet kachoris I was having in the warm fuzzy world of my dreams, for a visit to the cold pr...

'Who do you write for', asked the wily sage, bent over a bible type of book, the incandescent lamp casting a glow around his flowing...