Jain Book Center:Pandora Box of Second-hand Books

“Oh yes, I knew him, spent years with him” these words by poet Pablo Neruda were the first thing came to my mind when I met Anil Jain of Jain Book Center, at the pavements of G-Block Connaught Place, New Delhi.   Every time you walk along that pavement you will find Jain sitting in…

National Restaurant, Connaught Place: Journey from Lahore to Delhi

The National Restaurant of Connaught Place, Delhi is one of the best non-veg dhabas of the city. However, the place is a bit lesser known to the regular crowd as the focus generally stays at the Kake da hotel of CP. National has a long history as its original journey began from Lahore, now in…

A cart from childhood

When I was a child I had a fascination for the colourful gems, mouri logenze, imli, hajmola, amlaki and other such packed colourful logenzes. In my childhood at buses and trains of Kolkata hawkers used sell those and I was desperate to buy them. I am not the only one for sure. Every child has…

Old Delhi butter chicken is not red and spicy

When you imagine butter chicken you are forced to think about a red and spicy gravy, butter only at the top. But just think if the butter chicken was all about butter gravy how would it be? Exactly this happens if you taste the butter chicken of the Matia Mahal area (the area around Jama…

Nihari Story: Three best restaurants in Delhi and the recipe

  When I first came to Delhi, I had no idea about Nihari because this traditional Mughlai dish was not very popular in Kolkata. But after coming to Delhi, I was introduced to this delicious food and trust me its addictive. Nihari is a stew based dish, originated from the Awadhi cuisine. It is traditionally…

When the night ends

  Summer in Kolkata had two different emotions. The muggy days with sweat-drenched clothes and then the Kalboishakhi, which brought respite through storm and rain. Utsav could never like the sultry summer but loved the Kalboishakhi like any other Bengalis. He always waited for the storm as we all do. He used to stand at…

Never forget the childhood

    Delhi has a slum of Rohingiyas. They do not have a country. They do not have fundamental rights. But they have dreams. You might not have anything, but you can dream because it is something which is yours. Life is not certain for anyone. It changes in its own way. We should not…

After Every Storm, There is Some Peace

I have nothing to write but I want to write today. I want to write to release and to cry. I think writing is the best way to express your anxiety, sadness, anger and whatever you have inside. I can’t cry all the time because I have grown up and crying has a limit. To…

You cried as you loved

When you are broken your hurt bleeds. Its ok, cry a bit. It is a cry for the lost freedom. With every heartbreak, you get back to you long lost freedom. Meeting your favorite one after a long time brings the tear and its okay. Look, listen to your heart and feel that you are…

My days of un-official relationship and the devasted end

Relationships are often complicated in its own way. Whatever be the faith and the belief in the society we are in at the end of the day we all look for an endorsement for every relationship. This endorsement or the validation of the relationship makes it official. Now, to me what an official relationship means…