An Afternoon with Kolkata

We were returning on a bus that went from Anandapur to Saradapark. We’d been walking. It was June, the clouds piled high in the sky- silken bundles, one after another, the molten silver sunlight glittering off them like so many crystals scattered across a universe of the deepest blue. It was Ashadh, the month of…

Of the waning of my song

Hello, all. Not feeling too hot at the moment. I really can’t handle pressure very well, especially of the self-induced kind. Working on it… but still a work in progress.  I was meant to continue last time’s series about Teen Wolf this patriotic Friday (Happy 67th Birthday, India!), but… just the thought is making me…