Different communities, who have arrived in Kolkata, have added their own ingredients in making of the fish, which have been seamlessly assimilated in the broader cuisine of the city.
I scramble for the phone to call my parents. No answer. Outside, sirens wail throughout the normally somber residential street. Helicopters circle low overhead, their thundering wings blocking coherent thought.
Tibetans live freely in India, but they have to be careful since they come from a land where they are a repressed people, under Chinese rule.
Mumbai is the city where everyone is easily replaced and replaceable. Hence the anxiety to perform and hold on to what one has.
We count 230 rust red wagons, all empty, their contents offloaded back at the port and awaiting their long journey to China.
After a four hour car drive south-west of Luang Prabang, a boat took me further away from civilization, and as I disembarked from the boat, I felt like I was entering a world within the world, surrounded all by water and jungle, the place where elephants live, rest and play.
Now a specimen nailed on the walls in a nature museum recalls a deserted memory