The Road To Cemetery (Part 1)

Early on, She had suggested that I never get emotionally entangled with any of the eyes that I come across, on the way, because it could land me in deep trouble. I was the kind who could not risk being utterly involved – especially when it came to men. Men, there have been all kinds…

Refuge

The more conscience you’re loaded with, the more painful the journey becomes. Hyenas have a special radar for conscience, because it gives them the means to exploit the ones who possess it. He was a good boy, and he had been visiting the hospital with his sick brother. In his eyes, I saw my own…

Burial

Having abandoned a life of odd striptease, I have finally found the courage to stare square. I have never really spoken about it. I don’t know how men entered my life and I was transformed into shipwreck, aided by their women. Bit by bit, stripping me down, taking pinch after pinch, and laying scratch after…

Chaturthya (Fourth Day)

By Pradipta Dutta (copyrights 2017)   Prologue   Ajam Nirvikalpam Niraakaaram Ekam Unborn, Beyond Imagination, Formless and Absolute Niraanandam Aanandam Advaitam Poornam Beyond Bliss, the Absolute Bliss, Indivisible, Whole Param Nirgunam Nirvishesham Nireeham The Best Among the Best, Attributeless, Obtainable, Desireless Para Brahma Roopam Ganesham Bhajema To That Form I Worship That Is Most Supreme…

Kas – A Woman Of Glass

BY PRADIPTA DUTTA (COPYRIGHTS 2017)   What do I say about Kas? I don’t know what to say, although she’s the type of woman who does not leave you empty – but has you filled with a myriad of emotions and situations – that for the longest of time you cannot fully decipher, it is…

Daadi – Grandma

  by pradipta dutta  (COPYRIGHTS 2017)   “Yes.” She said, as she turned back and smiled at me. I never understood why she always said, things, sometimes, in the middle of the silence – looking at me – while I would be absorbed in some work or some thought. It was as if, she was…