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StoryA Sonnet For Darkness nandinidhar011 years 11 months ago
CollectionKolkata-Amrikka Express nandinidhar011 years 11 months ago
CollectionSkin Tunes and Memory Tropes nandinidhar011 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy the Hyacinths Are the Way They Are nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryWhy the Hyacinths Are the Way They Are nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
Story“A Room? Why....” nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryWhat I Would Never Know ( My 200 Words) nandinidhar212 years 1 week ago
StoryLearning the Names nandinidhar112 years 1 week ago
StoryUn-longing nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Night They Broke It Into Two nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryLove Song from a Run-down British Port City nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryThings Untitled nandinidhar212 years 1 week ago
StoryManufacturing Love nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryOf Birth and Scars nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryJune 6, 2003 nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StoryFor Us nandinidhar012 years 1 week ago
StorySoft charcoal lines... littleditty312 years 4 months ago
StoryThank God, The Sky is Not Navy Blue nandinidhar317 years 1 month ago
Forum topic04.04.08 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook217 years 2 months ago
StoryA TROPICAL CHILDHOOD. cjm317 years 3 months ago
StoryHappy New Year 2008 nandinidhar417 years 5 months ago
StoryLucky Thirteen Margharita817 years 6 months ago

My stories

For Us

The friction of our pens on Paper do not produce any Sparks anymore. We survive On the fringes—you the bitter Sufi me the aspiring luddite. Evenings would have been
Cherry

What I Would Never Know ( My 200 Words)

Ma’s voice over the phone sounds anxious, “Mamon…how are you?” Long pauses between words. “Ma, is everything alright?” She blurts out, “Mamon, Dimma is no more.”
Cherry

Things Untitled

On that particular Wednesday morning Titin did not have any classes.

A Sonnet For Darkness

( For generations now, kids in Bengal have been told that there is an old woman inside the moon who is ceaselessly operating her spinning jenny—the charka.

Manufacturing Love

What if I look up and a corpse dangles? What if the nail sits tighter around my lips? What if your kiss makes me lose the words? “I Saw in Louisiana a live oak growing.”

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