Nan-e Badoom inspired by a Sufi hymn of Amir Khusrau

     Life revolves around sustenance and sustenance lies  rooted in bread. Single celled yeasty organisms, continuously  budding, like producing like, as they slowly sustain themselves on the enriched artisan bread flour that I knead along with a dash of yogurt, some milk and ghee, to create a soft dough for preparing Naan.    Naan…

A day during Lockdown; like all good days …

… I lie supine on the carpet, contemplating continuing the yogic corpse pose  for longer than twenty seven breaths and my beloved brings me my morning tea. Here comes the sun to a warm Saturday; I notice the tea has ginger. I am touched, he heard me cough a bit as I woke up that…

The colour of eggs and haunting Ladino melodies

So you wake up one morning and look at the stash of eggs you have squirrelled away for a day like this, a day of many such in isolation and it occurs to you to be grateful to your source of food. Perhaps, these are the signs of struggling with finding meaning in social isolation,…

Long Forgotten Kitchen Equipment in the time of Social Isolation

It’s the virus crises I think; it makes you run for cover in the kitchen and scour for anything that could help you engage the more helpful microbes around town, in this case (thanks again Mom), the Idli maker. It is an implement found in most South Indian homes that prepare Idli as a culinary…

Alchemy

So there I was, at a loss at what to do with a bounty of dried pitted prunes, apricots and dates that I had in the larder ( if I may still be allowed to use this quaint word). Who was I intending to feed with these copious quantities of dried fruit? In one of…