I was born in Calcutta almost a lifetime ago and spent a lot of time by our cook’s side watching him grind spices on the huge flat stone, munching a fresh chapatti I had no right to. This evoked all that delicious contentment, with huge grief at the inhumanity of the persecution in Kashmir - persecution which is fomented still for political ends.
I was born in Calcutta almost a lifetime ago and spent a lot of time by our cook’s side watching him grind spices on the huge flat stone, munching a fresh chapatti I had no right to. This evoked all that delicious contentment, with huge grief at the inhumanity of the persecution in Kashmir - persecution which is fomented still for political ends.
I was born in Calcutta almost a lifetime ago and spent a lot of time by our cook’s side watching him grind spices on the huge flat stone, munching a fresh chapatti I had no right to. This evoked all that delicious contentment, with huge grief at the inhumanity of the persecution in Kashmir - persecution which is fomented still for political ends.