Life is actually a ping pong ball. It is so too. If you don’t believe me, roll yourself down the road and see how your life ...
“I am still beautiful,” she said, looking up at me wistfully. Her rosy cheeks were withered, under the onslaught of the hot sun. She had been ...
(Short story from the publication, The First Book of Nobodyness) In my third year of employment, I got a shock. I have always taken great pride in not having ...
A mango ready to eat, withers 'n' rots. It cost 100 bucks - so that's a waste of a 100 bucks. That was the last mango of the ...
In 1987, I found myself in what is called a Junior College (Grade 11) in Mumbai. Within a few months, I realised that many of my ...
One Book that I am currently writing is what I call "The Book of Dreams". And there is a good reason for the title. I live in ...
I have finally taken up music as a serious course of education. That's right. I am learning music at Age 46. Why? Because I can't find ...
I used to be a river Now there's only dirt My gurgling course was life then Now I die of thirst I hurtled across desert lands Painting a blooming landscape Barren lies ...
My life is winding itself down And I know my time is coming soon I have been blessed to have lived such a meaningful life I have been blessed ...
[audio src="https://thebengali.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/ansh.m4a"][/audio] The parts of me I had locked away. Are they still alive? Still breathing? Are they still Me? And the parts of me that I lost along ...