by Madhushree Basu Roy | May 2, 2025 | Food, Foodblog |
There’s something about a Kal Baisakhi (norwesters) evening that calls for muri and chop. The lights flicker once. A gust of wind slams the window shut. The smell of dust and wet earth hits your nose before the first drop of rain lands. You don’t need a clock to know...