The argument had reached boiling point at a crowded wedding reception stall. "Mine had more tamarind!" "No, yours had extra mint!" "The last puri wasn't even full!"

The story goes that when the Taj Mahal was rising on the banks of the Yamuna, Emperor Shah Jahan tasted a piece of petha cooked slowly in sugar syrup and was so taken with it that Agra's ash-gourd sweet became part of the city's royal identity forever. Another tale has Jahangir dipping a warm gulab jamun into a bowl of chilled kheer and pronouncing it the finest thing his kitchens had ever produced. Historians will not vouch for either story.

The playful drizzle of raindrops, the dark clouds stretching lazily, and the earthy fragrance rising from the soil—as soon as the festivals of Sawan arrive, the air of Braj resonates with the symphony of love, excitement, and celebration.

आगरा, मथुरा और हाथरस का यह पवित्र त्रिकोण कृष्ण प्रेम की मीठी धुन पर थिरकता है। यमुना की लहरों और ब्रज की धूल में दूध, घी और खोए की महक आज भी घुली हुई है...

Braj Mandal does not just live; it melts. The sacred triangle of Agra, Mathura, and Hathras hums softly to the music of Krishna’s love. In the breeze along the Yamuna and in the fine dust of Braj, the fragrance of milk, ghee, and khoya still lingers like an old memory that refuses to fade.

रेलवे ने आईआरसीटीसी के माध्यम से वंदे भारत रेलगाडियों में क्षेत्रीय व्यंजनों की सेवा शुरू की है, ताकि स्थानीय जायके के साथ यात्रियों के अनुभव को और बेहतर बनाया जा सके। इस पहल से यात्री देश के विविध व्‍यंजनों का आनंद ले सकते हैं...