There are questions that I have scribbled on the tissue paper lying on this coffee table: Words that scrimmage with the numbers in the sealed boxes that I have built inside my head, Alongside the scaffolding and barricades that scurry past the rivers of obliterated dreams. The flowers that I pluck from the stories burrowedContinue reading “Questions by my Morning Latte”
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Bharatanatyam: An Art and An Emotion
When you are five-year-old, born into a Bengali household, you are more likely than not already attending five different extra curricular classes. Needless to say, I was no exception in this case. I still remember my mother sitting me down next to her on the sofa, one fine day, to explain the significance of danceContinue reading “Bharatanatyam: An Art and An Emotion”
Old Habits
Things that happened in a second: [ he is cowering against the shadows of rusted needles- blood congealed on his scarred face, gleaming with the smouldering linen off his mother’s stole- he lights his cigarette and glowers at the pictures on the wall. face ashen from the perpetual nightmares at the church, he returns toContinue reading “Old Habits”
Why Do I Write, Afterall?
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis Why do you write? A question that I anticipated to knock on my doors any fine spectacular day, because my story- even though will side-track hither and thither occasionally- is oneContinue reading “Why Do I Write, Afterall?”
Swan's Labyrinth 