Author: Alexandra Thompson

I remember sitting in a dusty, sun-drenched apothecary in a small village outside of Delhi, watching an elderly woman mix…

I remember sitting in a small, sun-drenched apothecary in a quiet corner of Jaipur, the air thick with the scent…

I remember sitting in a cramped, humid tea stall in Old Delhi, the air thick with the scent of cardamom…

I still remember the sharp, pungent tang of my grandmother’s kitchen in New Delhi, where the air was thick with…

I still remember sitting in a cramped, humid kitchen in New Delhi, watching my grandmother toss handfuls of cardamom and…

I still remember sitting in a sun-drenched courtyard in Delhi, the air thick with the scent of crushed jasmine and…

I remember sitting in a cramped, humid kitchen in New Delhi during my early twenties, the air thick with the…

I remember sitting in a small, sun-drenched café in Delhi, watching a baker pull a tray of steaming, pillowy naan…

I remember sitting in a small, sun-drenched courtyard in Jaipur, watching my grandmother crush fresh turmeric and sandalwood into a…

I remember sitting on a dusty floor in a small village outside of Jaipur, watching a woman mix turmeric and…