Largesse – Suzanna, Suzanna

19 min read Kate Sarah, a writer from Darjeeling (also a Redendron Ink author), in her novel Largesse crafts yet another mind-blowing chapter, so be prepared to catch your breath every three seconds.

A Rather Ordinary Way of Life

9 min read “In a country that was of the people, for the people and by the people his selfishness had blinded him. It had always been at the back of his mind, the guilt of corruption always floating there but he hadn’t given it a greater thought.”

Taboo | Aizawl Hijra

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.

She Speaks at Midnight

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.

Outside The Book Closet

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

About 17 bottles of Whiskey later

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

A Night in Kumartali

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

The Pretty Circle of Life

5 min read Nine years ago. Snip, snip. The snippets of callously cut hair falls on the ground of the salon. She looks at herself in the mirror. Chubby cheeks, round face, a bit of acne – exactly what most fifteen year olds look like. She looks into the mirror and feels slightly self conscious. Her mother is … Read moreThe Pretty Circle of Life