A New Dawn Song
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day4 The morning breeze curls itself around the nascent morning light which snuggles in the little spaces
Eternity
#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day3 When the world sleeps, or at least a part of it, I watch the
Random Rantings
I am tired. I’ve said this for the last hundred odd years. It’s a funny fatigue – the kind of
The Light Beyond
#Napowrimo2025 #Day2 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour It’s within us – this urge to lunge towards light, no matter how much our souls sink
April
#ArtoonsInnPoetryparlour #Napowrimo2025 #Day1 April I won’t lie – I care little for it : for it hurts – The churning
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.