It was 5 am on a damp Sunday morning. He was the first one
to get there. But others would be there soon. The fights were unavoidable. They
all wanted one but it was always in short supply. No other fish would do. A
Bengali deprived of Hilsa is like a
fish living without water!
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Bhaapa shorshe ilish" or Hilsa with mustard sauce steamed in a banana leaf is one of the several culinary wonders of this world! And if you can find a place where they remove the bones beforehand, even better.