Whispers of Laughter and Tears

I haven’t been able to write even ten sentences together for nearly a year. The only thing I managed to write during this time was a letter—to my counselor. Right now, I’m trying to type with a fractured distal radius in my right hand, hoping life might become a little clearer. Writing in a personal […]

The way we react to news—do we ever bow down to the events in our own lives with the same intensity? Take the #DepressionKills wave that gripped us after Sushant’s passing at the start of the lockdown. But, have I truly stood by the people closest to me battling depression? I think about these things

Lately, I often feel that I am quite happy. Perhaps even lucky. I got to experience lockdown—a glimpse into how Brahma lives a single day in eighty years. Sometimes I tried to recall Sartre, telling myself that if solitude creeps in while we’re alone, it means we’re in bad company. But even that didn’t happen.

The word “country” is an equivalent of the sky. The heart, a parallel to the sky. I quite enjoy these linguistic games. In this way, the word “book” takes me on a ticketless tour of the Middle East. With the current state of books in West Bengal, there’s a touch of guilt that accompanies this