Portrait of a Cat

As you walk through the crowd of busy people, shadowed by their breath, in bright sunlight of Happy Lane, to your left will you find a grieving alley, which has got no name but just ‘adjacent to Happy Lane’, is where I recide. My house is a gloomy box with windows made of toughened glass,it…

It’s raining Popsicles at the Tea Trove

Kolkata monsoons are not just about the norwesters and Illish Maach for a Bengali. Kolkata has it’s own humidity woes too. Before the rain Gods decide to hit the shower button on us, Kolkata is in the state of sweat and stink both being directly proportional to each other. In the midst of all this,…