It was a day like any other, in Calcutta (or Kolkata, if you insist) last week. After one sugary confection too many, I put on my running shoes and sauntered down to the neighboring park. Dusk was settling in for the night, comfortably spreading her dark wings over the sky. Someone had lit a bonfire… Read More Slices of Old Calcutta and the Childhood Sky
Pretend Interviewer (PI): Wassup?! *looks confused* Who are you? What happened to EP? EP (me) *weeping copiously* it is she, it is me, it is I, it is EP! PI: Come now, whatever the tragedy, let us not forget our grammar. Why do you cry so? Here are some tissues. EP *wailing loudly* I put… Read More Let there be date palm jaggery ice-cream
The heat has draped itself like an oppressive and wet blanket over Kolkata, where I write this post from. Not a leaf stirs, except when the parrots visit the guava tree next door, screeching to draw attention that they have come to feast. I wonder what it is about this city – with its creaky… Read More And I shall have some peace there
I promise you shall fall in love.