Those Delicious Letters

Only if Jeffrey Archer was a Naturalist, a Master Chef, a Woman and a Bong, could anyone ever have come close.

An Indisputable reference manual of culinary classics for generations to come, this book provides veritable insight into the true spirit of Bengal. It is a golden chronicle of an era when humanity had the time to appreciate the Simple & the Genuine.

The challenges of a creative spirit striving in an entrepreneurial society is magnified at the dutiful heart of a caring mother & spouse.
While navigating ostentation of newfound success in an immigrant society and helplessness of the mundane contrasted by social media, she accentuates the wisdom of pausing to admire our fundamental connection with nature.

The story unfurls a mosaic of subtle suspense while underlining basic interpersonal needs in brilliant humor. Choice of words spell out taste better than any romantic can or any AI ever will.
Sophistication in simplicity (of prose & philosophy) helms a memorable cruise through the pages, culminating into a heartwarming ending.

While the lenses of Dominique Lapierre or Gunter Grass may be debated by some, the description of Kolkata in this book will remain a benchmark:
“A city that has food in its soul cannot be cruel to anyone.”

The author, very intricately reminded us of life and in spite of ups and downs, it is the “faith” that drives us, bonds us generationally. Very eloquently it describes the fundamentals of joy, anxiousness, problems and binds it with food. Loved reading it.