Eating in Lanka
Volume 4 | Issue 9 [January 2025]

जब मैंने फ़रवरी 2003 में त्रिची से कोलंबो जाने के लिए श्रीलंकन एयरलाइन्स की उड़ान पकड़ी, तो मुझे इस बात का ज़रा भी अंदाज़ा नहीं था कि वहाँ मुझे किस तरह का भोजन मिलेगा। मैंने यही सोचा था कि द्वीपवासियों का आहार तमिलनाडु के खाने से मिलता-जुलता होगा। आज की तरह इंटरनेट से जानकारी हासिल करने की सुविधा तब नहीं थी, इसलिए मुंबई में रहने वाले किसी व्यक्ति के लिए इस द्वीप के बारे में अधिक जानना मुश्किल था—सिवाय इसके कि वहाँ की क्रिकेट टीम शानदार थी और वहाँ के लोगों के बोलने का लहजा मोहक था जोकि उनके खिलाड़ियों और कमेंटेटरों के कारण मशहूर हो गया था; और हाँ, वहाँ गृहयुद्ध भी... —अजय कमलाकरन
Drives, Darkness, Coalsmoke: Food in the Jharia Coalfields of the 1970s <br>Volume 4 | Issue 8 [December 2024]

Drives, Darkness, Coalsmoke: Food in the Jharia Coalfields of the 1970s
Volume 4 | Issue 8 [December 2024]

I live in Powai, a Mumbai precinct which of late has become a hotspot for the city’s eaters-out. It’s dotted with restaurants – over fifty of them – and they all lie within five-odd kilometres from where I live. A large fleet of cuisines is represented, among them far Eastern, South Asian, ‘continental,’ North and South American. And then there are the places that, via the likes of Zomato, send food home, with the upshot that when my wife’s or ... —Rohit Manchanda
Sarabjeet Garcha<br>Volume 4 | Issue 7 [November 2024]

Sarabjeet Garcha
Volume 4 | Issue 7 [November 2024]

In most Janamsakhis, Mardana is depicted as perpetually hungry. But his hunger is symbolic. It’s the hunger for the ultimate truth. Without it, he wouldn’t have walked with Baba Nanak. By showing Mardana as hungry.... — Sarabjeet Garcha
The Epicurean Delights of Ghanada Stories<br>Volume 4 | Issue 6 [October 2024]

The Epicurean Delights of Ghanada Stories
Volume 4 | Issue 6 [October 2024]

Bangla literature has quite a few Dada figures: Saradindu Banerjee created Baroda, Satyajit Ray Feluda, Narayan Ganguly Tenida and Premendra Mitra created Ghanada. A middle-aged man with a big heart, always available at home, always ready to spin an anecdote – that is Ghanada or Ghanashyam Das, now an extinct species. Ghanada lives in a hostel where his followers gladly pay his monthly rent; they also pay for his voracious appetite. He spends the entire day indulging in gossip, goes to a park in the evening,... — Dr. Rudrajit Paul
The Savoury Side of Oats<br>Volume 4 | Issue 5 [September 2024]

The Savoury Side of Oats
Volume 4 | Issue 5 [September 2024]

It’s not as if I didn’t know what an oat was. Of course I did; in all the (mostly British) literature I read in my younger years, there were numerous instances of horses being fed oats. Occasionally, there was mention of some piss-poor peasant family eating oatmeal. Oats sounded, frankly, utterly unexciting. Black pudding and haggis, spotted dick and summer pudding—some in varying degrees of grossness, some relatively exotic—at least sounded interesting. I am adventurous when it comes to food, so trying these... — Madhulika Liddle
Goat’s Ear<br>Volume 4 | Issue 4 [August 2024]

Goat’s Ear
Volume 4 | Issue 4 [August 2024]

When I came home from school that day, I threw my books all over the floor. No one looked back at me. With her head bent down, Amma was cutting vegetables with a billhook. My older brothers were nowhere in sight. My older sister was muttering something with her music notebook open. My younger sister toddled across the room towards me without wiping her mouth, stuck her hand into my mouth, and then moved away. I made my... — Appadurai Muttulingam
Peechhey Ki Roti?<br>Volume 4 | Issue 3 [July 2024]

Peechhey Ki Roti?
Volume 4 | Issue 3 [July 2024]

My mother was born in a family of eight children in a small village close to Shikohabad, a few kilometres away from the town of Firozabad, famous for glass work especially bangles. Out of the five daughters and three sons, she stood at number six. The first ever time she travelled ... — Babli Yadav
Chicken Curry<br>Volume 4 | Issue 3 [July 2024]

Chicken Curry
Volume 4 | Issue 3 [July 2024]

Spring had come to an abrupt end; the heat had started to plummet. Trees sparkled with mango blossoms – bright yellow heads bobbing in the odd breeze as March tumbled onto April. It was almost time for him to leave. Perhaps they do have garam masala in England, he wondered. Dida caught wind of his... — Debmalya Bandopadhyay
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