Sweet Chicken Curry

Tragically urban, rootless, ruthless civilization becomes breath-chocking, humans no longer taste the earth and the jungle. Kingfishers, glimmer of glow worms, Squirrels don’t fly in rhythm anymore. We live in an age that holds our mind in a cage. This age calls darkness ‘Light’. We no longer hold the key. Our spirit never gets to set free. TV turned our minds into a black…

Hot and Sweet Egg Curry

Your garden is the place where you find yourself when you need to lose yourself. Growing peace-prosperity-serenity-tranquility and beauty in your garden will reach you towards God. There’s this beautiful garden sprouted afresh on the scorching sands … on the burnt, blackened land of my backyard. . . . . . That garden is also a lush harbor of flowers, bees, birds, butterflies.  …

Chicken Curry

With drought in my mouth, storm brewing in my stomach, whenever I knocked on Grandma’s door, uninvited, she would greet me with a spatula in hand wearing a full blown smile. Smile like a brightly blazed flaming flower. A Sunflower. Crimson colored oil drops dripping down her spatula. Drops like the Daffodils gone wild in the hills in a sizzling summer noon. I loved…

Shrimp Curry

There is this humongous mysterious misty Eucalyptus filled jungle standing tall between civilized world and the habitat of savages. A jungle so immeasurably dense that the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose. Darkness and densness consumed all the greens and golden rays of the sun. They say the sun never blazes over there and the moon is always curled up in darkness…

Crossing Jamuna

Exciting events are not supposed to happen in small towns, in the kingdom of 15 year old girls … who are often caged and curtained by a male chauvinist society. It was a peaceful, twilight late night and I was sitting on a boat crossing Jamuna with some friends. There was a beautiful emptiness, moments of stillness, silence all across that apparently lawless, rowdy,…