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…

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…

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…