Growing up in Trivandrum and visiting Kolkata once a year, I'd romanticized the city for as long as I can remember. Every summer, we made a month-long trip to Kolkata. Kolkata, the city of joy. Kolkata, the city in which my parents grew up and fell in love. Kolkata, the city which held my loved... Continue Reading →
Looking back on the time we spent in the sleepy town of Trivandrum, most memories come into focus against a select few backdrops - our home, my parents’ workplace, my best friend’s house, and my school, curiously in that order. An unusual suspect on this list is Mohan kada (or Mohan’s shop), our friendly neighborhood grocer.