“The god of the road flashes a satisfied smile and says --- stupid boy, my path does not close with your village’s bamboo grove, banyan tree of lathi-wielding Beeru Roy,…
Ravibabu was tall and sickly; bespectacled. Young bachelor. Energetic. His trademark wear was dhoti-punjabi. Punjabi was round-necked; khaddar made. His slightly thick wavy hair, uncared for, completed a picture of…
Past is cast in haze. It is the nature of past. So I cannot exactly recall the year. But it should be at the fag- end of nineties. The occasion…
At long last, at least, there is a silver medal to India’s kitty. Just the day before, India bagged another medal. That was bronze. It summed up India’s performance twenty-four…
Absence is only non-presence; not the demolition of it. Non-presence is characterized by a lack of presence. So presence is ever-present.
Overcast sky. Gloomy. Morning. Empty roads. Anticipation in the air. No more wait. Sky pours down. Rain sheet screens out everything. Trees bow. Water puddles out down the roads. Boys…
We all fear fear. Our life lives on it; it seems sometimes. We try to escape it. But that effort only brings in more fear. We try to get rid…
If a question is asked: Have you seen the sky dotted with twinkling stars? How many can say: Yes. If a question is asked: Have you seen the sun rise…
If I can recollect properly, she is Shampa Reja. “Shampadi” we called her. She stayed at Joshiji’s Kalibazar residence. When I went to morning school in Town Primary School, I…
I was then a student of class four. I was travelling in a bus with my dada, masi (next to my mother, in the line of eleven siblings of my…