Chronicles from outside the Kitchen

Prologue Malaysian food was not something I considered particularly alien or particularly exciting for that matter. Coconut, red c...

If life were a beach I'd wear cockle shells in my ear I'd douse my hair in yesterday's leftover beer. I'd love the smell of ...

If life was a beach dotted with crabs, cocktail umbrellas and drinks smelling of plum and peach I'd begin my day with a seafood stew I...

LIVER, n. A large red organ thoughtfully provided by nature to be bilious with. The sentiments and emotions which every literary anatomis...

I live, like many other migrants to Bengaluru, in a well-guarded multi-storied bastion, keeping the rest of the world out. I also l...

Weaving his way through a sea of bright red plastic chairs is a little boy who cajoles every passerby with a wave. He tempts with his little...

Once upon a time in Kerala My story stood peeking around a corner. It waited on tiptoes behind the curtains, waiting for an audience It hid ...