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About 17 bottles of Whiskey later

My  mouth  felt  stale.  It  probably  had  everything  to  do  with  Kolkata’s  lack  of  morning  air.  I  could  feel  the  stagnant  files  of  yellow  taxi’s,  puffing  clouds  of  black  smoke;  their  rubber  tyres  melting  on  the  burning  asphalt  and  I  could  feel  the  viscous  tar  clogging  the  networks  that  ran  under  my  skin.  I  could  … Read moreAbout 17 bottles of Whiskey later

A Night in Kumartali

One humid Kolkata night, as the remnants of the previous night’s bottle found itself depleting, I walked out to the neighbourhood bootlegger. The setting of the area seemed to be an unvarying one – the endless alternating between the dim light and the tranquil darkness, the shuffling footsteps, the limp figures seeking darker shades in … Read moreA Night in Kumartali

Andhyaroo

By Wangchuk Bhutia It was early afternoon and the sky was confused whether it was winter,  summer or the monsoons. I  strolled up and down Kalimpong’s  Main Road three times and an unfamiliar feeling that I managed to recognize at once struck me heavily, bluntly; it stabbed me and it cloaked me. It was this … Read moreAndhyaroo