An Idiot's Tale
Cacography of a madcap story teller, JAYEETA GHORAI
I inherited religion as a social celebration, an exciting annual chapter in the family drama.
Autumn, my favourite of English seasons is here. But Fall of Bengal is quite different from Fall in England.
I planned to write something else that morning. A blank Word doc was open, about to hold a fresh idea.
Recently, I heard a quitter remark about smoking: “If someone was to tell me tomorrow it doesn’t kill, I’d go back to it immediately.”
I have discovered a new punctuation in West Yorkshire: love. Hardly a statement or question ends without.
Would you have recalled by any chance the afternoon we got drenched in the Maidan?
My favourite holidays are to little known places, villages hidden behind cow patches and fog.
Writers cannot be trusted to keep promises. Some say I’m a disappointment to my name, [and] in short, everyone who matter.
Visual media appreciation column, A-muse-ment.
Literary essays and book reviews.
Travel related articles and reviews.
Observations as an Indian living abroad.