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We would observe the ancient lady at work everyday. She would be at the live counter of the ...

We were enamored by the stories my sister-in-law returned with from her trip to Brazil. The ...

Pizza was not part of my growing up years. The sleepy hamlet of Karimganj had not yet woken up to ...

The otherwise demure laptop started grumbling despairingly last evening, all the space had been ...

Maacher Biryani ? A cynical S had asked me. We were in Hyderabad, savouring a delectable biryani, ...

It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal ...

No one in the school, not even Durwanji, with his pretentious twirling moustache, and usually an ...

It’s far from easy, I can vouch, to forego a job when you are at the peak of your career and take a ...

And the milk splits again. No, I shall not blame the milk. Despite the multiple misses, S and I ...

S and I both love our books. Nothing gives us more joy than spending endless hours idling around ...

An Amphan-battered Bengal inches back to normalcy. Rising from the devastation left behind by the ...

I hear the monstrous storm pummel the doors. The windows fling open and shut, toyed upon by the ...