From where I stood, there was no way to guess what was cooking inside the large mansion. From outside the house, I could not guess what was being cooked inside, even though the strong scent could have led me on. Crispy sweetmeats simmering and sizzling in huge bronze pots. A graceful woman kept going back and forth carrying large bowls of baked candies on her hip. From another room came the whisper of the television. Standing by the door, the curvy figure of a young beauty a young woman acknowledged my presence with a delicate smile.
In the courtyard, two little boys played with sticks and sand. There was no separation between life and work, among family and colleagues. I wondered what their working hours were.
To seek the sacred in India is a labyrinth that leads nowhere and everywhere. It is not something confined to religious spaces and minds but is an everyday affair for the people of India...
But also, they found his travel diary. My grandfather had very precious calligraphy, very 19the century, with all the letters...
Get a glimpse of the unique cuisine of the Parsi community, documented through the waning Parsi cafes that were once an integral part...
A classic journey exploring the many cultures that exist in Northeast India, through the states of Assam, Meghalaya, and Nagaland...
White sandy beaches separate crystal clear azure waters from lush curtains of rainforest green...
In her cosy New England kitchen, my grandmother is serving me a cup of green tea. She then sits in front of me, staring. Finally, she asks