Delhi’s sudden spate of showers reminds me of a pleasant monsoon holiday I had in Goa. There, the enjoyable rain, after Delhi’s scorching summer, had whetted my appetite, and I found myself stopping by various well-known and little-known places for what turned out to be an endless food fest. I still remember my visit to Viva ‘O’ Viva — the …
It has been two years since my father passed, about four decades since my grandmother passed. Nearly a decade ago, I went off my Ajji’s fish curry for a couple of years when they found a block in one of my arteries. It began with sorrow, as I waded through my father’s financial papers, and as I did, I thought …
As I watch the early October rains and feel the sweep of cool winds, I remember one reason why we stick with Bengaluru, a city otherwise devastated by avarice and neglect, its former sprawl of trees, lakes and parks consumed by construction and sewage. I have a bountiful collection of spice mixes and there is a particular fish masala that …
As I write this, a couple of birds are distracting me. We took two days to make a 19-hour journey from our home in Bengaluru to my cousin’s lovely home overlooking the Arabian Sea near a town called Nandgaon on the Konkan coast. There were isolated little eateries nestled among the forest, staffed by charming families offering a variety of …
