"It always starts with one tooth", he implored as we waited in a dingy waiting room of a dental clinic. The place smelled like it had recently been sanitized with an ocean of disinfectant liquid. Pungent, anaesthetic, and weirdly opiate. The receptionist sat in one corner with her legs perched on a stool behind an… Continue reading Toothache, Death, and other Ailments
Author: sanspujari
Haridwar Memories and Mothers
I was 8 when I visited Haridwar with my family. That would include my parents and my baby brother accompanied by my aunt and my cousin from Delhi. I don't remember much about that trip but there are a few instances that really stand out. We were there for a day, maybe two. The water… Continue reading Haridwar Memories and Mothers
Unnamed Graves and Fire Given by Strangers
It might seem like I only write about death and devastation. Sometimes I feel like that too. But if a writer's duty is to write about truth, is there anything truer than death itself? Earlier in one of my blogs, I talked about the death of random people and how it is affecting our lives.… Continue reading Unnamed Graves and Fire Given by Strangers
Hey Jude!
It was the year 2012. I was in the 7th grade in a missionary school in Sambalpur, a little known town in Odisha. At that point of time it would have been wild for me to imagine myself listening to British music from the 60s. I was a little aware about the then current music… Continue reading Hey Jude!
Death of Random People
Random people are dying. Should it affect you? The last time that I set foot on a stage was more than two years ago. I vividly remember that it was a cold evening, 19th of January, 2019. It was for the play ‘Eklavya’. The play had three characters. A grandfather, his granddaughter, and a doctor.… Continue reading Death of Random People
Love, simulacrum…
With a racing heart and a slowing brain she waited there for him. All the while she kept thinking about her boyfriend, fighting with the urge to video call him, even though she had called him just moments ago. "It's just a date", she thought to herself, "he won't mind, why should I?" The date… Continue reading Love, simulacrum…
The teacher and the thief.
Shakespeare is a thief. When Sir repeated this sentence for the umpteenth time in our honours class, I had had enough. I couldn’t stand the fact that the person whom I idealize was being accused of plagiarism! So I raised my hand in disagreement (The way Hermione Granger does in the Harry Potter series :p).… Continue reading The teacher and the thief.
The grumpy faced man
This is a lovestory. A story about a grumpy faced man, who lived in a room with the floor littered with newspapers, on a bed covered with books. No, that man wasn’t my lover. He was my grandfather, my Baba. A bibliophile he was, he used to spend all of his pension money on books,… Continue reading The grumpy faced man
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