A Red Life

‘Remembering the face of his son, as he attacked and looted his father, all the dak runner (post runner) could say was, “I couldn’t see the face”. ‘ If you had the good fortune to read a bengali short story called ‘Dak Harkara’ by Tarasankar Bandopadhyay, you will be able to easily connect the dots. The…

eternally yours?

“We are very liberal in our mentality. We allow our daughter to do anything she likes. But I have told her, always to marry a Brahmin” “You can do whatever you like as long as the girl is from our caste. We are being very open minded about your marriage” “She’s a very nice girl,…

Between Somewhere and nowhere

The road was still full of potholes and dusty as ever. The huts had increased towards the fields but the laughter was missing. The trees were sparse, the dogwoods all withered and the pines greyish, still standing up to the harsh summer sun. There wasn’t much change but everything had changed. She stepped into the…