I am not writing a blog which methodically explains the holy process of cooking biriyani – a holy food item in the Indian subcontinent. It will be safe to say that I will not be writing about biriyani at all, unless in the more rare occasion when it has something to do with my thought process. Why I chose the title, then? Simply put, I reveled in the fact that every identity is preceded by a recipe of cultural orthodox. Hence, while cooking biriyani one day, I discovered mine: I found inner peace in knowing that I am capable of doing almost anything. as a Bengali woman in her late twenties and far away from home, if I can cook brilliant biriyani.
Welcome to my mind. May you enjoy surfing through my brain waves.