Lucknow lessons, and the maze of public relief
When I was growing up, we all knew families that were on the way down. Once prosperous or even wealthy,...
Tasting Economics blog
Some do savings, some do shami
The best batata bhaji I ever had was on a train from Hyderabad to Delhi. I had been smelling it...
One Chineej, many Chinas
I was six when I first tasted Chinese food. Pigeon Roast in a restaurant called Eros, at the edge of...
The promises of elusive maharanis, and no-strings-attached money
I must have been six or seven when for the first and probably last time, my parents were invited to...
Memories of ma, and the sweet melange of ghonto
I was in Kolkata for pujo this year and since my mother’s cook was on leave, I picked a restaurant...