and, in expectation of an evening spent politely toying with a salad, I ate a hearty supper before setting out to the 'air supper' invitation.
Turns out that when my friend says 'it'll be nothing much' she means that she's baked a big dish of kedgeree. one of my favourite things!!!
India’s Season of Sadness
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Anurag Verma in The New York Times: After the long, torturous summers that
bake northern India in 40-degree Celsius (104 degree Fahrenheit) heat,
winter sh...
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