Authentic Food: Does it matter?

Yesterday morning when I woke up, I found a platter on my dining table laden with delicious stuffed parathas along with some homemade mango pickle complemented with regular juice and boiled eggs. These parathas were quite thick, unlike that of the parathas made by my mother. My mother was eagerly waiting for me to wake…

A different story of Dosa and Sambaar

On a hot Sunday morning in July 1998, my brother and I sat on the back seat of father’s aqua blue scooter to head off to the sabzi mandi for our weekly foraging for vegetables. It was scorching heat in my hometown in Jharkhand and which inevitably made me wear my half shorts and a…