Novel

  Kaurav belonged to the first generation of this millennium that witnessed a revolution centered around a piece of agricultural land. His English teacher had commented, “Like 1947, this too is just a transfer of power, not a revolution.” Today was the 16th of February, 2014. The members of the protest march against the Nandigram […]

  During the nationwide uproar over the Singur and Nandigram incidents, Kaurav was still in school, and the opposition party in West Bengal had only one member in the Lok Sabha. Kaurav’s world was small, unaware of how deeply politics could permeate every aspect of life. However, his sympathy for leftist ideology was inherited from

  Exactly sixteen days later, when Kaurav was having lunch at Bangabhavan in Delhi, the ruling party of the state was announcing its candidate list for the Lok Sabha elections in a press conference. On a certain prominent news channel, which claims to stay ahead and keep others ahead, Kaurav saw the name Aparna Ghosh

  Kaurav now somewhat understands the meaning of his name. He realizes that “Kaurav” is not singular but plural; it represents a group, a collective—a child born of blind passion. He is defiant. The guardianship that nurtures people into ease, he abandons. Instead, he runs toward what is Bhima—a symbol of strength and rebellion. He

After lunch, Shaunak listened to many of Kaurav’s poems. Kaurav was amazed by Shaunak’s library, which contained a thousand books. The library was the first thing that attracted him to Shaunak-da. It shattered Kaurav’s own image of being well-read and offered a refuge for his heart, broken by the argument with Sohini. In the afternoon,

Leaving behind his dreams of astronomy and finding himself in the glamorous world of theater felt like a significant turn of events for Kaurav, especially considering it had only occurred two years ago. At that time, he was a third-year physics student at Ashutosh College, while his neighborhood friend, Vismaya, assisted Roni with his theater

The discomfort lingered for several hours after watching the play. As a regular citizen, it had struck a chord, but even more so, it had pricked his artistic ego. He had never imagined such a work. He began to doubt his own work, questioning its relevance and significance. The entire artistic approach of Kolkata seemed

Kaurav began to mentally tally the journey. It had started on January 3rd. They performed at the Bharat Rang Mahotsav in Delhi on the 5th. On the 7th, they were supposed to return to Howrah by the Poorva Express, but due to fog, the train was delayed by over ten hours. By the time they

By the time Kaurav got off at the bus stand, it was already dusk. From there, it was a one-kilometre walk to his house. Although auto-rickshaws and electric rickshaws were available, Kaurav preferred walking this path. His fatigue and thoughts, much like the shadows cast by the streetlights, played hide and seek with him as

Several hours had passed since the show ended. Despite the critics planning to bombard the director with questions about the nuances of the play the next morning, the general audience’s reaction had been relatively positive. Whether it was this reaction or the fact that the nearly two-month-long tour was nearing its final destination, the entire