If you love yourself, cook for yourself.

When was the last time.you made something only for yourself? Not for your children or your husband, you parents or your wife, or even for Instagram or Facebook? . . . I used to always love cooking for myself. My brothers – a whole lot of them – and sister were my benefactors. Also my guinea pigs. They bore everything I made – from poha … Continue reading If you love yourself, cook for yourself.

Karnataka Food Center: Much ado about nothing.

So this morning I excitedly posted some pictures of my breakfast, something I usually not do until after I have eaten it. There were two reasons for that. One: I had been planning to go to the place — a stare run canteen — for more than two years now. Two: I was excited to see my favorite menu from Bangalore available in Delhi. Then … Continue reading Karnataka Food Center: Much ado about nothing.

Eating Pakodis in the land of Laal Maas.

It is almost noon and the Badi Chaupad is as busy as it gets. Two-wheelers, autos, buses, cars, rickshaws and e-rickshaws are at loggerheads with each other; pedestrians and cyclists jostle for space. Shops overflow with fabric, garments, shoes, bangles, utensils, and of course shoppers. In short, there is chaos all over. But somewhere in this chaos exists a tiny island of calm – an … Continue reading Eating Pakodis in the land of Laal Maas.

Mirchi Ka Achaar, or how I Turned into My Mother.

As a young girl I had imagined myself doing all sorts of things. These ranged from teaching in schools to working in a bank, from being a actor, to giving interviews for magazine (yes, yes!), but never had I imagined myself making achaar. That was a task reserved for dadi, or sometimes, mummy too. To be honest, I had never even noticed achaar being made. … Continue reading Mirchi Ka Achaar, or how I Turned into My Mother.

Another Year At Surajkund Crafts Fair.

I had first heard of the Surajkund Crafts fair when I was in college and i had loved idea. Imagine a fair dedicated to the handicrafts, for two whole weeks! It was another story though that reaching there for me seemed impossible. Here I was in a small town, living a student life, far away from the capital, and there was Surajkund, almost 500 miles … Continue reading Another Year At Surajkund Crafts Fair.

मैं और मेरी अदरक की कॉफ़ी अक्सर ये बातें करते हैं …

My adrak ki coffee, ginger coffee, was born on a chilly morning in Bangalore. This was when I had no idea that June mornings can be chilly, or that coffee tastes best with ginger. It was also before I had discovered the joy of Bru and was still a Nescafe loyalist. As it turned out my friend, who I was staying with, had no coffee … Continue reading मैं और मेरी अदरक की कॉफ़ी अक्सर ये बातें करते हैं …

Bruges: A Fairytale Land Like None Other

If fairytales were real, they would have been set in Bruges. And if they weren’t, they’d come alive after witnessing the beauty of Bruges. “Since there are so many of you on the boat, I should tell you that Bruges has become very popular with the Indian tourists for the past few years, since a popular Indian movie was shot here. Suddenly there are so … Continue reading Bruges: A Fairytale Land Like None Other

In Birla House with Memories of the Mahatma

Originally posted on That Girl In Muddy Boots:
The Birla House, or Gandhi Smriti, stands inconspicuously among other sprawling bungalows in the heart of Lutyens’ Delhi without any trappings of an important building even though it is far more important than any of its neighbours; it is not only the house where Mahatma Gandhi spent the last 144 days of his life, but also the… Continue reading In Birla House with Memories of the Mahatma