Dehrori-the story of a lost dish wrapped in broken memories |
After finishing her household chores, Gita didi would take a quick bath and perform a brief pooja. Then she would settle into the angan, sharing tales of her childhood in Jamtara, where her father, and my grandfather, a doctor and government official, served his longest posting. In her telling, her friends-Chhobi, Toni, Fatik, Bappa-came vividly…