At Thirty-One…

With a cigarette on the mouth, you dreamed of the world to be under your feet. Hsuan-tsang, Magellan, Livingstone, Colonel Suresh Biswas used to be there in your mind. The world, the journey, the unknowns used to attract you more than the tender loves and the addictions that your friends used to be submerged in….

Phoenix

A can be one; it can be a lot; it can be again used to denote the singular. Like he; no one remembered his birth name; everyone of the few who knows him came up with some good ol’names. Good man he was, they’ll say. Fact is though Jack of all trade he was, they…

Lost Hymn and Hibiscus

To My Dida (Gran’ma)… The plot is there but the house had been rebuilt. No one chant hundred and eight names of Krishna rounding the house anymore in the morning; and collect flowers for the morning puja. The plants are there maybe; last time I saw them, I touched them was two years ago. They…

The Crow on the Railing

When I was kid at the school I saw, one day, a body wrapped in woolen rug Lying by the side of the road just down the bridge where I used to take turn to my home. There was a body we, me and my friends, know very well. But, we don’t know what would…

I Found in the Narrow Wooden Chest (‘fore Carpenter Taken It Away)

(In the bottom drawer,) The saucepan, burnt and without a handle, medium in size. The age old muffler, brown, belonging to my father, I never came to know. The winter clothes, sweaters and woolen shirts and t-shirts, those I’ll never wear again. The kantha or baby-wrapping clothes made from an old sharee of Ma; belonging…