How do I love masoor dal? Let me count the ways. First, as the taste of childhood. Patla mushur dal, or thin masoor dal, turned up scalding hot on our Shillong table, day in and day out, unremarked and unsung. A thin, translucent, flowing thing, to be slu... See more
Like many others, I found myself devouring Arundhati Roy’s memoir Mother Mary Comes to Me. In recent years, Roy has rarely written such charming prose. Her sentences are clear as water. They flow with the freedom of a young river, as she recalls her unusu... See more
