On a drizzly weekend afternoon, I was at the supermarket and frazzled as I shopped for the week ahead, leapfrogging over numbers, lists, and this-week-only deals, when, without warning, a woman standing behind me dropped a bag of powdered jaggery.
It fell to the floor and burst open, releasing a billowing cloud of brown sugar that fluttered into my hair, my skin, down my throat. I vaguely recall some consternation, but I was already gone, yanked back to my childhood and my grandmother's caver...
Memoirs are an incredibly popular genre of late; the best memoirs are accounts of life lived full and richly, and take you through the writer's memories, allowing you to live life the way they did, and to feel the things they felt. Food memoirs, however, have always enjoyed a certain popularity.
It is only by familiarising oneself with Indian cuisine that one can truly learn about the subtle and the overt differences from region to region.
Stir-Fried Noodles and Samosas, Together At Last - ...
I’d lost my partner in crime, my father figure. So every month, I paid 20 percent of my earnings to his moneylender.
Those are probably two of my favourite words; I love them more than ‘I love you’ or ‘Please eat’ or ‘Welcome’ or ‘I’ve been thinking about you’. Those are all lovely words, in those specific combinations, but ‘I’m alright’ means that you’re alright. You’re okay. You’re around.
Anti-dowry laws have existed in India since 1961, but the practice is still common — and the pressure on brides often leads to murder or suicide.
When I ask people what their favourite poems or verses are, nobody mentions Sarojini Naidu, Kamala Surayya, Amrita Pritam or Toru Dutt. They were all trailblazers; they were among the first, and it is on their shoulders that I stood when I first began writing poetry as a child. It is on their shoulders I stand today as a poet, a writer and an essayist. I am not ignorant of their contributions, and nor should you be.
Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure or Fanny Hill has already been mentioned once before in this column. I wanted to review it because it is a singularly beautiful novel, even if it is considered a little tame by today’s standards.
The only thing that’s clear is that there seems to be no clear consensus on how god wants people to behave in the bedroom.
In Erotica Romana, Goethe gathers together a collection of 24 elegies that are erotic in nature; these depict the sexual love that were a part of Italian classical culture at the time.