The toddler pranced around like an agile monkey, waving at his parents. The evening sky lit up with wondrous fireworks, witnessed by shrieking patriots. At
Author: Narayani Manapadam
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An Ode to my Sakha
As dark as the monsoon clouds, you and I! Is that why we share a bond so pure, Like a mother’s tender love? Oh Krishna!
The Song That Transcends Borders
PROLOGUE: [Bengal, 1905] The polymath leaned back in his statuesque chair, and closed his eyes. The angst of his countrymen weighed heavily on him. His
The Gift of the Vision
[Rural Bengal, in the 1790s] 1 – An artist gears up Invoking the holy Goddess, Gopal Chandra Paul took a deep breath, and picked up
Scone is Where the Tart is
Once upon a time, a yeasty aroma filled the forest of Wheataker. Its dense foliage basked under the soft glow of the rising sun. The
The Breach
My ears pricked up at the familiar sound. I got up, leant back, stretched out my fore legs, and yawned, wagging my tiny tail rapidly.
And…It’s Not a Wrap
[Take One – Bratati Cinema Hall, Gariahat, Calcutta Matinee Show] The hub of cine-goers was filled to capacity. The audience, comprising of the genteel Bengalis,
A Player Crafted by God
Ain’t he affable – the mercurial Diego Maradona, whose tantrums could have shamed a prima donna. He was gifted with the hand of God, and
To Croon or not to Croon
I bumped into Shakespeare, who invited me for a beer. In my heart raged a tempest, as we talked about love and incest. ‘Why did
Krishna! Thou art my Lord!
O my beloved Kanha! Can I be thy Yashoda, and chastise thee for stealing that butter? O my beloved Krishna! I want to be Radha,
Love Wears Prada
“The pristine snowflakes kiss the ground…..” Louis V stops his running commentary. Perched on the rosewood table, he boasts of an enviable view of the
Eeesh! A Day Without Fish?
“No. No. Maa. Please. Don’t torture me like this”, Rakhal babu pleaded with folded hands. His rotund belly shook vigorously, as if in agreement with
A Bond Approved by Nature
Feel the love the tigress has for her cub. Out of sight is the ruthless predator. The loving mother hides him in the shrub. For
The Never Ending Ordeal
The herd of impalas grazed on the grass, while the calves frolicked around. However, in a ruthless place like the savanna, all it takes is
The Untold Tale
To think I drove all the way from Chennai for this! Bhuvana cursed herself for not cross-checking with Google. The main palace was off-limits for
The Caturbury Tales
Ms. Ginger stops in front of the hill. She stretches her forepaws and turns around. Her followers are behind her, but some have already started