Godhuli Nanda
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Fragmentary
(In memory of my beautiful Grandmother, Asha) She liked stories. Stories which spoke of unseen striking worlds that she longed to be a part of. She would obsess about the characters and plots after getting emerged in a fiction, ask questions incessantly and dream up new lands of shooting arrows, dragons and myths. She loved…
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Hell hath no fury.
In the dead of the night, I found my sobriety. The previous day, my unease was doing a continuous spiral between dull ache and magnificent clarity. However, I was dubious regarding the true nature of an anti-happiness that I was feeling right in the center of my very being. I will not say that I…
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Grumble much?
*A Diary Entry maybe* 12/11/2015 Lately, I have been in a trance of forever dubiety. I seem to drift in my space of mind into endless horizons of wanton wants, self pity and one certain strife for an enigmatic restoration of my ambitious self. All right! I make no sense. But is anyone? What does…
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Words of a Soul.
To, The Craved Childhood Impasse Justification, ramification of the perverse course that the languid existence shaped into is not what I speak of here. I speak of the glory that pertained in the swift discourse of time. The mythical childlike curtain that ever engulfed making its dramatic disappearance took away the solid gold of innocence.…
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