Pappu Charu

“What will your mother-in-law say? You don’t even know how to boil dal,” my mother would fret during my growing up years in Calcutta. ¬†Strangely, she never actually required me to enter her kitchen or help with chores in any way. ¬†“No, no, go study,” she would say. ¬†Perhaps we both had an inkling ofContinue reading “Pappu Charu”