Reinventing my personal blog
In 2004 I came to Kolkata for the first time. To say it made an impression would be an understatement. From time to time, I still return to it.
When I was growing up, I thought all families had the same weekend lunches as mine: a giant cauldron of yellow noodles, simmered. When my grandmother died, I thought about that simple dish often. How she conjured love out of a few basic ingredients.
To the Mountain
In all of my 29 years, my grandparents had been such a big part of my life that I could have never conceived of a life without them. Losing them was a shock to the system.
I Hate Cabbage Soup
I have always hated cabbage soup, even more now that my grandfather is dead. I miss him.
Popagandhi since 2000. |