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”

Crazy

I’m crazy, crazy for feeling so blue  Crazy, I’m crazy for feeling so lonely  I know you loved me as long as you wanted  And then some day you’d leave me  For somebody new  Crazy, Jess Sharon  The song drifted through the air, the haunting melody wrapping around her like an unwelcome embrace. Jess Sharon’s Crazy seemedContinue reading “Crazy”