The Road to Cemetery (Part 2)

I don’t know, what it was about the big black being, because I suddenly felt an obsessive need to see my Mother – even if it meant for me to be seeing the scorn on her face that she held for me – the scorn that I have always wanted to refute, and get away…

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…

Non-Healing

Funny, isn’t it? Contrary to everything my role-models in the field of medicine and technology propose, I speak here, not of healing, but of non-healing. I am perfectly aware that a vast supply of information is made available on the subject of grief, suffering and ‘healing’ – as though what they term ‘healing’ was a…

Depleting Blackness

I looked at my soaked hands at once. It wasn’t rainwater that caused them to be like that, although the tin slate above my head was chattering fearfully and the wind went berserk outside, crying and howling like a woman abandoned by her man. There was a tiny hole on the tin wall through which…

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…

WITCH OF BAROT

WITCH OF BAROT BY PRADIPTA DUTTA COPYRIGHTS 2017   One day, Beyond all the lies and brokenness,  All moroseness, And the masks that surrounded me, I went into the Forest. I wanted to give myself away to Her. Consumed by animals, thunder or cold – I wanted to offer myself. To Her. Maybe She’d rape…

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…