As I quietly heard the dentist drill into my tooth, I thought about my father’s fascination with Moushumi Chatterjee’s crooked teeth.
Of loud spitter and silent spitters, and the spitters for whom their spit is their only resource.
Food delivery, savoury aromas and the value of broken eggs during a pandemic.
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 work …
On finding ways to laugh through the dark times.
My parents were shattered when I told them I did not want to take up the family profession.
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.