Memories of a lost way of life combined with the sweet, nostalgic flavours; I am feeling ‘setsunai’ (both sorrow and happiness), reading your piece. Beautifully written, Gargi.
As there was a flood in my mouth reading about the marination, you wrote "I heard the judge had cried" and then suddenly yet softly you turned to write "Longing for home is an eternal human craving. But when home is in a land separated by a national border, truncated by a line drawn by the colonial masters, guarded by men in arms and barbed wire, when visiting is nearly impossible, memories take on special significance." Thank you for this mouthwatering tender mutton like piece. :)
Simple, earthy, delicious this essay - just like the recipes! Took me back to my childhood and my paternal grandmother telling me about that chicken curry they ate on the steamer on the river. Nothing like food to help us remember what we loved and lost.❤️ PS: a spoon of shrimp paste....really?? Wow!!
Gargi di ek kothay durdanto!! So much of your families history reflects my own
Waah! You can't take the Bangaali out of you!!! Nicely done.
Memories of a lost way of life combined with the sweet, nostalgic flavours; I am feeling ‘setsunai’ (both sorrow and happiness), reading your piece. Beautifully written, Gargi.
Very beautifully written…emotionally moved enough to get teary eyed
Just incredible, delicious writing. So so lovely. Respect and kudos dearest Gargi.
As there was a flood in my mouth reading about the marination, you wrote "I heard the judge had cried" and then suddenly yet softly you turned to write "Longing for home is an eternal human craving. But when home is in a land separated by a national border, truncated by a line drawn by the colonial masters, guarded by men in arms and barbed wire, when visiting is nearly impossible, memories take on special significance." Thank you for this mouthwatering tender mutton like piece. :)
Simple, earthy, delicious this essay - just like the recipes! Took me back to my childhood and my paternal grandmother telling me about that chicken curry they ate on the steamer on the river. Nothing like food to help us remember what we loved and lost.❤️ PS: a spoon of shrimp paste....really?? Wow!!
Such a beautiful memoir!
Thanks for writing and sharing, Gargi.
Deeply moved towards the end as it caught me unaware. Lovely tribute.