“Frida To Sharanya”

Sleep wherever is most convenient for you. Whoever and whatever is left in the morning, take home. Be kind. All the world is yours for the taking, long as you know that your little heart is theirs for the breaking. Leave lipstick on their china and on your letters. Make sure they know that you’re [...]

Silence

By Anasuya Sengupta Too many women in too many countries speak the same language of silence. My grandmother was always silent – always aggrieved — only her husband had the cosmic right (or so it was said) to speak and be heard.

Girl Friday at the University

She wanders like a flimsy ghost in the two-hundred-year-old university where love thrives in large abandoned third-floor classrooms, monkeys shag on corridors, restless gossip piles up like dirty dishes in the canteen, and young women learn some tough lessons.

How to Eat A Wolf

Does all lust start and end like this? Don’t get me wrong. I loved my wolf. I held him tethered like a pussycat. I nursed the rumble in his belly with hands gentle as a burglar’s. He lived on milk and blood and ocean. He had violets for his furs.