The Last Night
We sat crouched behind the banyan tree in our backyard – Devi, my pregnant wife and I. There was an
The Examination Drama
Apart from the sheer joy that a teacher feels each time she puts down a mark on the last exam
A Bitter Sweet Love
Yesterday, we at home had a sudden urge to have some typical Bengali Daal with rice and a side dish
The Anatomy of a Writer’s Block
I have been afflicted by what all writers – the real ones and the wannebes like me dread. It’s been
The Matchmaker’s Hand
She glared at him as she ordered a plate of panipuris. This was their third encounter. “Mine first,” he interrupted.
Judas
I reached the Clock Tower at the appointed time. The wind swept streets were deserted and semi lit. My best
The Storm Never Died
My father died when I was 19. It was a dark stormy night and we were having supper, when he
Friends
My entry for Blogging from A to Z April Challenge F There are things we’ve done. And we let them
Breaks
My second post for Blogging from A to Z April Challenge . The letter is B – Breaks. I