17 min read Her slender body moved with the rhythm. Her hair was long till her waist, a black veil that one could see at the exaggerated shampoo ads. Her black jeans further diminished her limbs to a woody menagerie. Her waist had suffered a massive change, anyone could have easily mistaken her for a woman.
3 min read Ignorance is Great. It brings the ignorant so close to the great. Yet the ignorant know not the divine plot that the universe conspires to help it uplift from its ignorance. This Great ignorance is blinding. What is it that you hurry for? For what haste do you spit on your brother? What veil is it that blinds the eye? Blame not the veil because it is your own will to ignore and your own resistance to act. While you consider the crowd to be in the right direction. You seek not your own answers.
5 min read The quaint little bookstore stood at the farthest corner of the road. The sunlight quite didn’t reach it and the smell of damp moss permeated the air. The little abbreviations on the door once golden were now rusty. The door seemed old and creaky and the dust settles on it almost as thickly as snow. … Read moreOutside The Book Closet
4 min read “Son, we need to have a chat about Internet Safety.” I slowly crumpled down onto the floor next to him. His laptop was open and he was playing Minecraft on a public server. His eyes were locked into the action. Comments scrolled down the side of the screen in a chat box. “Son, can you … Read moreA story to scare my son
13 min read 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
11 min read 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