Citrus-Sesame Cake

Days when darkness consumes all the greens … nights when the moon is curled up in darkness like a phantom in the forest…give Citrus-Sesame cake a try; Why? Because its worth a try! . . These Drop dead gorgeous twinkling beauties are constantly beckoning for you to come closer to her mystery, sink deeper. Their tender, rose-petal softness invites a finger’s touch. Sweet, earthy…

Caramel Flan: Fabulous and filling

Uninvited, unwanted but that stubborn guest will still show up. Right in time. Though his estimated  time of arrival is unknown. Could be tonight, in the next hour, next minute. The moment you hear his fears footsteps at your doorstep, you’ll be ditched to the backside of the moon, six feet under; a place unreachable and silent as a dead shore where water never…

Carrot Halwa

Summer evening is falling. A sapphire night is about to flare into fullness. An amber full moon is rising across the azure sky. The chirping and tweeting of birds are fading away. The rhythm of the clean, crisp evening breeze is meditative, an unhurried one. Euphoria of an evening meal is about to waltz in Bengali homes and hearts with a simple yet full…

Cake

Winter evening shadows are creeping and deepening around your solitary soul. But baking a cake takes no time to unfold your soul. This quietly beautiful cake, maintains a relaxed warmth whilst keeping in it satisfyingly minimalist ingredients. It makes an unbeatable visual impression ♥ . The cake is so fluffy, improbably airy that it looks like it’s ready to levitate. . 1 1/2 cup…

Lal Mohon aka Gulab Jamun: A sensory bombardment

Countless snow flurries are falling soundlessly. Mother nature gets grey and as dry as the Sahara. Winter windchill enters her bloodstream and she feels a sense of resignation, fear … when the sense of hibernation is that strong, that deep, that long-lasting and that huge, why not celebrate light ! Why not feast with sweets against the darkness of Winter! . . To wade…

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,…

Bangladesh

Static, stoic sunlight was streaming through the vast emptiness around and wreaking havoc in the endless Sahara. Wearing burning blisters like a raincoat, the traveler was running clueless in search of a drop of water in the barren land. But the cup was full of sand. After sprinting a light-year around the back side of the moon, crying a million rivers for a single…