A Spoon of Spice

One girl was seated on the couch. With the laptop perched on the armrest of the couch, she sifted through her mails. Another sat on the fl...

Dearest Appa.... You Always told me I can be whatever I want... I and ultimately did whatever I wanted.... with your words echoing in my h...

 This blog post is not about food for the tongue but food for thought. It was my entry to the Springer Writing Contest. A graduate...

The prime reason the South Indian Eateries in the Airport are thriving is the desperation of the travellers to eat home cooked food the mom...

One small ingredient may change the flavor of a dish. The absence of salt or the presence of excessive amounts of any ingredient may spo...

Sunday was one day we looked forward to. It was the precursor to Monday, yet we waited for Sunday Morning as it was the only day of the ...

Have you ever wondered why restaurants have chairs facing each other rather than facing an inanimate object such as a wall?? For the ...