Letters
Letters make me nostalgic. I used to pen letters a lot, on paper in school, switched to my diary pages after that- journaling always felt like letter writing- adding bits of everyday things into the succinct or elaborate prose. Few years later in college my blog was the space I posted my letters and thoughts into, accompanied by occasional email if the subjects were of private nature. Reading my old diary entries make me nostalgic, yearning for the days gone by, but I love reading the lists of everything I jot down almost every year. Novels, movies, food, placed traveled - endless lists. And I continue to make them. 'Those Delicious Letters' filled me with want for all those lip smacking dishes and 'saudade' - the presence of an absence - for the lost love of letter writing. I wish to reread a physical copy of this book - slowly and steadily - and try out all the recipes listed out in it. My version of Julia & Julia - all dishes Indian, Bengali to be precise. There...