Writings / Creative Non-Fiction: Isme Benni
Party Politics
The first party I can remember was my own birthday party. It was my sixth birthday, just a few days after my sister was born, and I fell into a nest of red ants and had to be carted off into a bathtub. Birthday parties in those days,...
Writings / Creative Non-Fiction: Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury
The Immigrant’s Conquest in the Snowy City
From the window you can see sombre cloud ranged in the stuffing of the sky. The cloud gives an impression that it is bouncing in its place to get ready to present moist bits of itself to the very q...