As I quietly heard the dentist drill into my tooth, I thought about my father’s fascination with Moushumi Chatterjee’s crooked teeth.
Author: Smeeta Mishra
Public Spitting: Being in the Line of Spit and Spite
Of loud spitter and silent spitters, and the spitters for whom their spit is their only resource.
‘Give Me Broken Eggs For Rs 20’
Food delivery, savoury aromas and the value of broken eggs during a pandemic.
Lights, Camera, Scalpel: Saying Goodbye to a Lifetime of Work
A day before her 70th birthday, my surgeon mother retired from full-time work a second time, giving me a chance to reflect on my relationship with her and her …
Astronauts and Rasgullas: Using the Mind’s Eye in a Pandemic
On finding ways to laugh through the dark times.
Bones, Books and Parental Expectations: The Day the Scalpel Lost to the Pen
My parents were shattered when I told them I did not want to take up the family profession.
A Neurosurgeon’s Special Biryani and My Search for His Secret Ingredient
Ever since my father's death, I have searched for the elusive ingredient that went into his special biryani, making for the most delicious days of my childhood.
God, Religion and Chicken Curry: Questions From My 8-Year-Old During Lockdown
Over the past few weeks, she has asked me about life, death, god, online classes vs. classroom teaching, meat dishes vs. vegetarian dishes, among other things.