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…

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…

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…

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…