The Window Seat

  Sukanya knew it was him the moment he boarded the bus. The slouched shoulders and the bushy eyebrows could not belong to anybody else. His hair had thinned out no doubt. Sukanya smiled as she remembered how she had loved running her hand through the thick mane once upon a time. It seemed like time had left her standing at the same place where he had left her or was it she who refused to move? “ Was Sukanya’s love able to defy the mere constraints set by death?…

Durga Puja – The Charm continues

Once upon a time when life was without its whys and what ifs, a little girl lived in her own magical world in the southern part of Calcutta (which we now know as Kolkata). The locality she lived in was inhabited by simple middle class people with mediocre dreams and aspirations. There were no high rise constructions overshadowing the sky and trams tinkled and trundled on their defined paths. Her house, lovingly built by her grandfather, had a huge shiuli(small white flowers with an orange stalk . It is associated with…