The bridge over Disang Noi

I was on the other side of the grey bridge made of cement, the sand and dust and pebbles adding a grainy quality to it. ...

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The disappearance of wooden buses and in the name of God!

In the early Seventies, when Father shifted to Guwahati with Mother, the city moved very slowly. It had a sweet laziness about it. People were ...

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The Hand, the Elephant and the Lotus

For many years I heard Father and the other men and women in the family talk only about the Elephant and the Hand, criticizing the ...

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The Mona Days

(I) Rakesh just couldn’t stop admiring Mona. The way she flicked her locks away from her pretty face with a slight jerk of the head; ...

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Pobon and the Hazarika household

He had worked in the Hazarika household for fifteen years. The mornings began early with him opening the huge lock on the gate, sweeping the ...

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The call

Roshan met Maya through a common friend. She had that thing about her. Long after you met her, her smiling eyes and shy smile stayed ...

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The utterance

A month after he had sneezed and uttered “Allhamulldillah!” he was still looking for a place to move in with Yamini. The whole cycle had ...

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That Summer

I loved Aita not only because she was my mother’s mother but mostly because she was a child like me, at least, at heart. I ...

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The cabbie and the Madamji

He said his name was Dharam Pal Singh and he showered Neha with utmost respect. “How far have you studied, Madamji?” he once asked Neha ...

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She worked in a spa

She was quiet, shy and highly attractive; and she lived like she never belonged there. We lived opposite each other, in flats set upon a ...

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