Nuchi Nebu Nonka
Weaving stories from memories and my Calcutta kitchen.
Author: Rusha
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and the Kindness of Quiet Food If my definition of comfort had to find a home in food that I have not been familiar with while growing up, this would be it. Kerala stew and appam. It was love at first bite. Growing up in a bengali household while also having a mother who’s a…
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I used to be one of those kids who’d disappear into books so completely that the world around me ceased to exist. I would hide in the washroom for hours just to finish one more chapter (sometimes carrying our USHA stand-fan during summer afternoons). I’d even tuck a novel inside a textbook to outsmart the…
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Some dishes enter like kings with trumpets blazing, spices marching, colours shouting for attention. They arrive dressed for spectacle, eager for applause. And then there are dishes like posto bata. Pale as the afternoon light, quiet as an old family secret, almost embarrassed by their own simplicity. They say nothing. They boast of nothing. They…
Nuchi Nebu Nonka 