Author: Mohul Bhowmick

A Return to Goa

I combat the heat that buffets me as soon as the train enters the Konkan coast and floats past me as a phantom would.

An essay encapsulating the essence of Pondicherry.

An essay of gratitude for the musician who is a genius at making despair seem like a feeling that is savoured best with a garnish of soul-searching.

From reading Seth in school to giving his works a place of pride on my bookshelf, till this very day the writer gets me like no one else does.

A poem on changing seasons and friendships.

God has been humanised, the idea of a fallible formless entity inundated and the search for the truth lost somewhere in between.

My spirit was being assailed relentlessly, and I could not exist in such a counterfeit world.

Life has not moved an inch for Calcutta from when the hard-headed empire-builder Warren Hastings took residence in 1772. And yet, a lot has changed.

A poem on how a visit to Bombay led a fictional couple to lose their way.

'You are a paradox, Kathmandu, entrapped by the naivete of your people and liberated by their tenacity.'

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