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Echoes of the Obsolescent
Just as I was about to step into my neighbourhood, I spotted a hearse parked a few metres away from my house. Someone must be dead. Stepping into my neighbourhood is somewhat a transformative experience. One step into the alley, off the busy street, and you feel a steep urban gradient — literally, like an…
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The Challenge of Solitude
The hour neared five and the evening sky donned its overcast veil. A gentle breeze flirted with the trees, the scent of fresh leaves enchanting the senses. Surely, no evening could have been more serene. The bus harboured but three souls — two were elderly men, and the third was myself, ensconced by a window…
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Holes of Hope
India is a burgeoning nation, forever in a state of development. A quintessential example of this development is Howrah, where the roads are perennially ‘developing’ — developing cracks, developing fissures, developing pot-holes, and a variety of other gaping characteristics. It is worth mentioning that this insignificant discussion is regarding the historical Grand Trunk Road and…
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Too Lucky to be Yours
I am thirty-two years old, comfortably ensconced in the role of a spinster, and reside alone in an apartment high on the eleventh floor, overlooking a cityscape that feels both confining and infinite. If you propose that I need a physical fitness program, consider this: I exercise daily through intricate mental gymnastics—evading straightforward answers, leaping…
Shamasis Bhattacharya 