#MonalofSushness : Day 18. Monal of twenty three was a graduate and had already changed jobs twice. Some of her best moments came when her little sister visited her from a city not too far where she was studying to be a graduate. One Sunday afternoon became special, a shared special to both. They watched on a video player one movie fourteen times, repeating only parts […]
#MonalofSushness : Day 16. Monal of age five had to travel by a bus that seemed very big to her, to school. In her planned small town, no child was supposed to have to do this. But due to temporary lack in space in a near-by school Monal and some of her friends who lived close by, faced this predicament. Travelling by a big school […]
#MonalofSushness : Day 15. They say that your first love is the first one who broke your heart. In that sense, Monal’s husband was her first and only love. Article by Sushmita Gupta Art by Ashwin Pandya Please follow and like us:
#MonalofSushness : Day 14. Monal had remembrance of the smell of incense sticks from a time when she was very little. Perhaps three. She remembered artificial fragrance of rose from before her little sister was born. Monal’s Babi, her father loved them and he would light them regularly to express faith and also sometimes just for pleasure. Monal too grew a soft spot for these hand rolled sticks of beautiful […]
#MonalofSushness : Day 12. Monal of four loved to hear stories. Her Babi, father, told her stories of valour and loyalty and honesty from World History and Roman, Greek and Indian Mythology, Her Mamma recounted stories from her own childhood. Some of these real life stories amused Monal to bits and she wanted to hear them again and again. There was one that she did not even wish to think […]
(Artwork by Ashwin Pandya) Monal at fifty often turned to her beautiful childhood for solace. Outwardly no other person seemed happier, luckier or more happening than Monal. She had mastered the art of smiling. It was not even a fake one. Only, she had stopped visiting the crevices of her heart that hurt. That too seemed like a mastery. Then one day she felt feelings that externally angered her but […]
(Artwork by Ashwin Pandya) Monal at age four had a few engagements in her mind. One was a radio. The radio felt perched high up beyond reach but belted out songs in Hindi and Bangla. “Bindiya chamkegi, chudi khankegi” would be one she would remember later too to have heard there. Also this was a song that Vibha her classmate could sing. Though Monal was the best in numbers and alphabets […]
