I’ve recently been self-diagnosed with the travel bug. Last year, I visited four Indian cities and this year, I’m already packing for my second trip to yet another Indian city (Raipur). You see, I have a fascination for planes and airports - which is why I wrote my novella My Singapore Fling. My first journey…Read more Self diagnosed with the Travel Bug
Empty pages on the desk, A heart full of hurt. Hungry emotions in the soul, A hand ready to write.
My favourite aunt would call me Miss Ekhunni. In Bengali, that means Miss Now. She meant that I wanted everything RIGHT NOW. Whether it was a pair of shoes or a book, I’d seldom wait. But then I became a writer. Patience became a part of my life. I had no choice. My first two…Read more Writing is not for the Weak
So many stories to tell, Of the years gone by. So many characters to build, Of the people who passed by. So many emotions to share, Of the love that went by.
I am lucky enough to have a friend in Silchar, Assam. Assam is a beautiful state in North East India. It is famous for its tea gardens and history. I am more of a city and beach traveller, but this was a fanstastic change that left me wanting more - especially the fresh air.
Roses made her happy. She often filled her bedroom with them. Growing up with movies and books around her, she had believed that roses should be a gift from a lover. Fast forward to her 30s, the same girl had become a woman who didn’t wait to get what she wanted.
Indians have been obsessed with the M-word for ages. That institution called Marriage that could involve dowry, a groom on a horse, a number of lavish parties, and some debt too. I’ve been lucky because my parents spent some years living in the United States and have adapted ‘modern’ thinking that doesn’t make them run…Read more The Rebellious Women