Kusum never intended to keep it private. It was a joke for her, she made fun of her situation, her cock-eyed face and the colour of her skin, her husband and the other women.

After paying his bill Mr. Sen left for his office. He was the Editor of a renowned English newspaper of Kolkata. While crossing the road he took a glimpse of the man, sitting by the window. He seemed to be lost in s...

The pandit chanted the mantras and we put a garland of flowers around each other. Everybody around us cheered. Isn’t it funny that at a wedding, random strangers sometimes seem happier than the bride and groom? I lo...

I put my feet on the floor, already regretting leaving my bed. I feel like an old lady, tired and debilitated and I look like a nightmare. I think about last night and a smile creeps up involuntarily.

The joke was on her, really. She was always a good actor. Strict parents always raise sneaky children, and she was a top draw. She knew when to smile, when to act all ruffled.

Firstly, we raise socially awkward children who are shy of mingling with the opposite sex and even if they do somehow get over that fear, we tell them that it’s wrong.