Then and Now
There was once us, young and reckless, buoyant and eager. Waiting to unravel the mystery called life, wide-eyed with wonder like a child...
Oxymoron
Old with new, colors of different hue, Like mismatched furnitures in a room with an eclectic view, Love me like you never knew Logic...
Emptiness
Days go by with nothing to look forward to, Life pauses forever as if stuck and rusted through and through. He digs, he scrapes, and he...
Search
Where were you? When I was searching the night, Combing its darkness, lifting the stars to look for you Where were you? When I struggled...
Her Legacy
(Here is a little something I had written for Hitoisha, a Kolkata based NGO working for the upliftment of the urban working poor) Through...
Changing the Unchangeable
(Published Anandalipi 2016, Pg.93) By Sreya Sarkar There he was--- the living legend of Indian sociology. He stood talking to a group of...
Her House
Urna rubbed her eyes and yawned. She must have dozed off on the kitchen counter. The half-finished glass of milk was sitting on the...
Babydoll
(Published in Your Story Club--April 7, 2016) Tia stared into the television screen with big round eyes. They were showing her favorite...
I Don't Think of You
Every morning I open my eyes to a steaming cup of coffee, I plan my daily chores with care and I don't think of you. I board bus 54 to...
Car in a 'sachet'
Who would have thought that the 300 to 400 million Indians eternally trapped in the lower-middle class layer would be a brand new market...
