‘Howrah Bridge!’ I utter in a stunned whisper. It’s out there somewhere, closer than I think, and it is the only way I will get into Calcutta…'
On 5th of Mar...
During every Durga Puja festival time, I get inconsolably homesick. The grey cloud lasts until the week-long festivities are over and only after that, do I mana...
It is difficult to garner and pen down my thoughts about Calcutta. Too many memories, familiarity, and intimacy always jumble up my mind, so I decided to random...
There's no food like home food and us, Bengalis celebrate festivities through our bellies. It is correctly said, that the way to a man's heart is through his st...
Traveling and exploring new places can often be a mixed bag. It is not always roses, wine, and pretty pictures. Sometimes, you stumble upon places or face exper...
Earlier this month in Cologne, I went on a local food and drink binge with my friends. Since summer was at its peak, with bright hot days and blue skies, we bar...
This summer was a bittersweet one. First of all, residency hassles troubled our lives and cost us a lot of money. Then to top it all, we found ourselves neck de...
It was quite a joke, that Cologne was hotter than Cairo, the day we arrived back in Germany from Egypt. The German summer was in full swing in July and Deutschl...
One of the things I miss most in Cairo is good hearty German bread. Due to my growing up in 80's Calcutta when bread went by the disgusting name "pauruti"...
Spring in Cairo lasts briefly. Just a few days back, I saw the Palash trees decked up like brides in bold red flowers. In fact, they painted the Nile nearly red...