As a child, I’d see my mother cooking some amazing dishes, many quite multi-cultural (my parents were from Darjeeling but my mother spent some time in Bhutan.) She…
Between the stuffiness of the Brits, the stiffness of the Japanese and the saccharine sweetness of the American agony aunt, Tea has indeed suffered. It has become this…
Peace has been exiled from the setting of everyday life. Banished from the spectrum of readily accessible feeling states that we ordinarily experience. In an overheated world that…
The planter sat on the verandah watching the sun go down behind the mountains, and the lights came on in the plains far below. A chill wind rose…
“The wicket is turning and taking spin. The batsman cuts the leg break to square to end a maiden over. Time for the tea interval.” Cricket is the…
Remembering a forgotten way of life – foraging for food – from greens to fish and birds to small game in Assam’s verdant valley Long before Danish chef…
Every single person who is part of the Nilgiris serves to make it such a special place, to create a world so unlike any other… It’s such a…
It’s Saturday afternoon, and the week’s work on the tea estate is done. It’s time for young, eligible assistant managers to get on to their company issued motorcycles and zoom…