The Last Pillar

The Last Pillar

At the age of twelve, she had crossed the borders from Bangladesh. She was a refugee of the India’s independence movement. She found shelter in her maternal uncle’s house in the suburb near Calcutta. She is 92 now. The distant memory of her journey across the border is crystal clear though she cannot recall a sentence […]

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The Chair…

The Chair…

As I leafed through some old albums, I came across a photo of my grand father sitting on his battered teakwood chair. The chair had hosted multiple generations of children, grand- children across genders, age groups. The chair stayed in the semi open living room area and that was where my grand father would supervise […]

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You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone

You can be surrounded by a room full of people and still feel alone…alone in your frustrating circumstances, grappling with seemingly inconsequential problems that no one really sees as problems. How you wish you had someone who would understand. And you could draw strength from your loved ones and fall back on their support. And […]

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Ache

Ache

I listened to the ticking of the bedside clock in the dead silence of the night, each repetitive beat filling me with fresh guilt, ache and remorse. How I wished to travel back in time to that careless moment, erase it and then change the course of events to a much happier ending. In that […]

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Alive

Alive

It had been just a few days since she got the news of her incurable illness from her physician. It had taken a while for the seriousness of the matter to sink in and finally she had managed to ask, “How much time do I have?”  The doctor, after a few moments of deep thought […]

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Always..

Always..

Hard to tell if memory inhabits me or I inhabit memories ** of magazines lining my mothers tin trunks smelling of the 70s and recipes of apple fritters songs on radio a window seat that opened to dreamscapes painting themselves in my head life that went on flowing unabated through everything .. memories of homes […]

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Closer Home…

Closer Home…

  They say there are five stages of grief. Seven maybe. Either way, I think I can say I’ve been through about four. Or am going through them – they’re going back and forth for me to be unable to pinpoint which stage I’m at, right now, at this very moment, yesterday – who knows? […]

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