#MonalofSushness : Day 17. By the time Monal turned thirty three she was herself a Mamma to two babies. She was already married for close to a decade. Monal now lived in a city of extreme hot weather. Lucky for that, because one night when her heart already broken into pieces further broke from being alone, she stood in the small balcony of the living room […]

   (Artwork by Ashwin Pandya) It was the December after Monal turned six. There was excitement. There was war. The newspaper “Amrita Bazar Patrika” was eagerly awaited everyday. Monal of six in her little mind understood that there was trouble over her mother tongue Bangla. During the cold winter nights, sharp at 8 pm a siren was sounded. She learnt a new word and heard what it felt like too. All […]

                                                     (Artwork by Ashwin Pandya) She loved the smell of old books and diaries. All of eight, Monal chanced upon a long pressed piece of paper from her Mamma’s brown diary which sort of read that her grandma had committed suicide along with her lover. It was […]