That Strange Tale

His glare at her was never the usual one. A momentary glance at her, while she walked past him, had a silent intimacy, a burning desire and an unspoken tumult of emotions. His… Continue reading →

It’s my birthday. It’s her day.

Today is my birthday. 25 years ago, on this day, I opened my eyes for the first time and let out a piercing cry. Seeing me cry, she cried too while she held… Continue reading →

Slam book days

Never in my sanest sense could I have ever anticipated myself having a so called ‘crush’ on any guy at the age of 13 or was it 12? Superlatively naïve that I was,… Continue reading →

The Essence of Kolkata

First things first: Kolkata flows in my blood Let’s first have a peek into how Kolkata looks like to a fellow traveler from Howrah onwards.  The hustle and bustle of the filthiest stations… Continue reading →