An essay and recipe for tsyot. Words and photographs by Uzma Falak.
That loss and living can be so equally bound together is heart breaking and affirming. This is such a moving piece of writing about memory, place and food.
What an interesting read. Thank you
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.
Beautiful. But also makes me sad and angry on behalf of the people of Kashmir.
This writing — how piercing and poetic. Thank you for the revelation and the recipe, Uzma.
Makes one want to brew a cup of coffee or tea and sit a time with the author