There was a running joke among their friends that if one of them disappeared, the other would still show up to the party. “You can’t invite Aritra without inviting Mithi,” people would say. “Just tell one of them. The other already knows.” It had been that way for fifteen years. They met in Class EightContinue reading “The Space”
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The Monsoons That Never Left
The Monsoon That Never Left Kolkata always smelt like memory, after rain. The streets glistened beneath amber streetlights. The tea stalls steamed through the evening. Somewhere in the distance, the bells of a passing tram mingled with the strains of an old Hemanta Mukhopadhyay song drifting from an open window. For Riddhiman Basu, the cityContinue reading “The Monsoons That Never Left”
Love…Again
Kolkata had a way of holding on to people—like the humidity that clung to skin, like the tramlines that refused to disappear even when buried under tar. It held on to stories too. Some soft, some unfinished, some aching. Their story began on a late monsoon afternoon at a small café tucked beside College Street, whereContinue reading “Love…Again”
Where Words Heal: The Quiet Therapy of Poetry
For me, poetry is a quiet refuge—a place where my thoughts slow down, my emotions find words, and even in chaos, I can feel a sense of calm and understanding. Poetry has a quiet, almost invisible power. It does not shout solutions or offer quick fixes, yet it gently reshapes the way we feel, think,Continue reading “Where Words Heal: The Quiet Therapy of Poetry”
Love, Returns
The first thing people noticed about Arjun was his hair—salt and pepper far too early for thirty-seven—but it only made his boyish face more disarming. When he smiled, his eyes caught light like glass wind chimes, bright and restless, as if youth had refused to leave him entirely. Mitali used to tease him about it,Continue reading “Love, Returns”
Two of Us
Kolkata always knew how to keep secrets. It hid them in the rustle of old trees on Southern Avenue, in the lingering smell of rain on tram tracks, in the way the Hooghly held reflections just a second longer than it should. And sometimes, it tucked them quietly between two people who made no senseContinue reading “Two of Us”
Things We Said Today
The first time it rained that year, Kolkata didn’t ask permission. It came down in a soft, silver rush over College Street, blurring bookstalls and tram lines, turning the air into something that smelled like wet paper and old stories. Arijit stood beneath a half-broken blue tarpaulin, holding two earthen cups of chai, waiting. RituparnaContinue reading “Things We Said Today”
The Sudden Disappearance of Arjun Basu
I. The Man Who Didn’t Fit On most evenings, Arjun Basu stood by the narrow balcony of his third-floor apartment in Ballygunge, watching the city slip into its neon-lit restlessness. Kolkata never really slept—it simmered. Honking cars, distant tram bells, late-night tea stalls, laughter rising from nowhere and dissolving just as quickly. At forty-six, ArjunContinue reading “The Sudden Disappearance of Arjun Basu”
Your Life
A slight drizzle fell over Kolkata, casting the city in a humid haze as Sudeep walked past the narrow alleyways of College Street. Bookstores lined the street like forgotten relics of an older time, their wooden shelves brimming with worn-out novels, some stacked on the pavement for display. On days like this, when the burdenContinue reading “Your Life”
Moments
The café sat at the corner of a sleepy street, its wide windows fogged with the breath of winter. Inside, the air was warm and rich with the scent of coffee and croissants. The walls were a patchwork of faded photographs and shelves cluttered with mismatched books, the kind no one really read but couldn’tContinue reading “Moments”
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