Those long summer school breaks growing up. Every year we would head to my maternal grandparents’ place in Lucknow. Mom would pack our clothes in a huge leather suitcase, my younger sisters and mine. Dad would usually join us later. Fly from Agartala to Kolkata. … Continue reading My heart craves lazy summer breaks
The house by the railway track with a porch where I will stand and watch the trains pass by, whistling and rattling, is all my heart desires. As I stand and watch, I will wonder about those people occupying the coaches in the trains, about … Continue reading A house by the railway track
The lovey-dovey wall calendar 🙂 There was a time when we ushered the new year with wall calendars. As the old year would near its end, we would wait for our father to come home every evening with wall calendars and journals of the year … Continue reading When calendars graced our walls and diaries kept our secrets…
Time, the thing about time, it’s fleeting, yet we want to hold on to it. We know this moment will pass leading to the next, some things will change or maybe most things. Yet we wish we could arrest some moments, knowing full well how … Continue reading The paradox of time
When does a small town grow up? Or does she really grow up? Deep in our hearts, we want our small towns to be that lazy little place where we can return to once we are tired of all our quests. Caught between the urge … Continue reading Agartala in a limbo
Most part of my childhood city is lost for good … Dhanbad the black diamond city of Jharkhand on beautiful Chota Nagpur plateau was mostly covered with green fields, tall trees on the sides of the roads and lot of open space 2 decades back … Continue reading My Dhanbad Lost by Titas Mazumdar
The masked Phantom on the back of his horse Hero, with his tamed wolf Devil following closely on the tow. The skin-tight costume showing off his chiselled body and the mask covering, what seemed to me, a very handsome face. He lives in the forest … Continue reading Phantom, my dream lover!
Stealing a rainy afternoon My stay in Agartala this time has been hot and humid. Though I spent my childhood here I can't bear the humidity any more. The uncomfortable heat made worse by pressure of deadlines to be met. With COVID induced WFH we … Continue reading Stealing a rainy afternoon
Remember Campa Cola. It was such a rage in the 80s. While growing up that’s the only Cola I knew. They also came up with Campa Orange that I really liked as a girl. Then there was zingy Gold Spot.