Pandemic and Cyclone – throwback to a malady

May 2020. This time, this year, is hard to not remember. Bitter, astonishing and no end to maladies. This year, this time, we would love to forget forever. Bottle green moss walls. Knee deep dirt water, the smell of sewage, carcasses and erupting fungus. In the midst of blooming wilderness, there are missing humans everywhere....

Ten Degrees in Bengal

Sitting on the terrace next to overgrown marigold shrubs, drying clothes and munching on fresh oranges. Trains whistling and cars honking at a distance, while birds chirping and rustling leaves in January winds that occasionally sends your bones down shivering. The smell of cooking in mustard oil from an unknown kitchen around and the hope...