About Neelesh Inamdar and their work Born and brought up in the Mumbai suburbs, relocated from a school run by Indians to one run by Catholic priests, books found me when I was just 7. I grew up on the streets of London, holding the hands of Dickens, Conan Doyle, and a host…
About Sarbari Sen and their work Sarbari Sen is a world famous chef in her family. She feeds one husband, one daughter, one son and their many friends as often as she can. When not making rosgullas she dabbles in homeopathy, tolerates her kids and concocts tales of murder and mayhem. She has…
About Debaleena Mukherjee and their work Debaleena is a homemaker who also reads and writes. Reading isn’t about “making time to read”. She reads wherever, whatever, whenever. Writing is her articulation of all the incoherence in her head. She lives in Bangalore. She needs books, coffee and cake, a reading-light and her recliner. Ink-Smudged Dreams-…
About Urmii Bhattacharya and their work Urmii Bhattacharya is a digital marketing strategist who also is greatly involved with blogging on company assigned projects. This is what she has to say about herself Though I love doing what I do, writing for myself is what excites me most. I do not find a lot…
The clock at the platform showed 11:20. Darrell seated herself on a bench, grateful for the shade from the sun. She pulled her suitcase closer to her to wait for the 11:35. As was her habit, she watched the passengers filter in. There weren't too many. Most of those who needed to go…
The sunlight streamed through in violent, dusty motes. Dust lay everywhere. Every piece of furniture, not covered in dusty tattered sheets, contained a thick layer of dust. There was no sign of violence in the room. It was simply a room, dust-laden, quiet, lit up by sunlight, devoid of any signs of life.…
"Good morning, Liz." Liz looked up from her notebook and smiled at Darrell. "Good morning. I wasn't expecting to see you today. After the late night celebrations I thought you'd sleep in!" she said. Darrell sat down with her coffee and offered Liz her plate of croissants. Liz shook her head. Darrell tore…
Goon looked over at Fatty and motioned him over. Fatty rolled himself over in his chair over to Goon’s desk. “Let me show you what I found”, he said as he typed away on Goon’s keyboard. He sat back as the screen refreshed. Goon stared impassively ahead. A list appeared on the monitor.…
The five kilometre hike felt tougher than it was. Pam slogged through the slightly uphill trail. Her head was still not fully clear of the anger, fear and doubt that she had felt since she had left, run away, from the city. Driving into the countryside, she had no thought about what she…
The rain bothered her. It had been raining, it seemed, ever since she had arrived, three months ago. It felt like she’d lived here forever and the rain had poured down forever. It had been raining all night and now at 8AM, it came down in a steady downpour The cottage sat on…