Guardsman Benson really hated coming to whorehouses. It wasn’t that he was against the idea of a woman selling her body for the night. In his eyes, if the man walked away a little happier and the woman a little …

The drizzle of the night raised outside a pleasant smell of raw herbs and sand. From the window I look under the trees, the flapping wings of the gulls, the sea stretching to the horizon. At the Hotel Clark, in …

Loneliness…Vacuum…Longing… It was a constant companion for her out in the middle of this hilly area, as compared to the fast moving city like Mumbai. Her life was surrounded by a vacuum. A woman who shifted here some 5 years …

Yesterday night I was unable to sleep. Thanks to the hot and humid climate of Kolkata. As I lay on my bed staring at the white “golok champa” tree just outside the window across the narrow lane, I noticed a …

It was a cold December morning when I met her. I was walking to the office through a tired industrial estate, down a long, thin path wedged between two large factories: one made chocolate bars and the other made jewellery. …

Hunger. It was a single sudden spark that brought life back to the undead corpse. Slowly talons cracked awake with movement as unnatural life reanimated what look like a shriveled up mummy. Bones snapping its arms slowly reached out to …

AUGUST The sun rose over the forest to reveal an old broken down farmhouse.  The white paint was faded and chipping off, as well as the once green shutters hanging by one nail. The holey screen door was lying on …