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Happy New Year For us Bengalis, a big part of winter memories of childhood revolves around the joy and excitement of making and eating various kinds of pithes. The very word “pithe” evokes a sensory explosion in me, bringing back thousands of memories. Huddling around the fire, warming myself by the clay oven’s heat (specially made for this pithe season), I stared at my mother in awe while she meticulously and skillfully transformed simple ingredients into a plethora of s...
