I read a post recently, about every writer having an ideal place to write. That made me think. My ideal place faces a wall actually, instead of a window, and that is not because of lack of trying. My table just didn't fit in front of my bedroom window, without disturbing the rest of the… Continue reading The Writer’s Spot
(Disclaimer 1: I don’t always believe what they publish in certain pulp-fiction Assamese dailies, but if what they say is true – Bollywood actress Priyanka Chopra pitched and confirmed as official brand ambassador of Assam Tourism– I have deep concerns, against which, I’d like to engage in Wishful Thinking. Disclaimer 2: I have nothing against… Continue reading Would Priyanka 1.5 really augur Assam 2.0?
Ira woke up with a start, her eyes frantically checking if there was someone around. She had taken a longer siesta and her dream had left her a little shaken. It was always the same dream. She would be sleeping on her bed with a blanket on her, and someone would tug at it, trying… Continue reading A Chaang-bungalow Winter
It was seven in the morning. The fish-seller was holding a chital fish in front of her. ‘Six hundred for a kilo, baideu (sister), take it!’ She checked the gills, held and felt the weight of it and replied, ‘Six hundred? That’s too much! It’s fresh, right? I won’t take yesterday’s stuff!’ ‘No, baideu! Would… Continue reading The Chital Fish