Remembering Baba

Remembering Baba

On World Alzheimer’s Day The three things that I most remember about my father, (Baba as I called him), was his mastery over both English and Bengali; the ease with which he did the cryptic crosswords in The Statesman in minutes. Also, his vast...
Tiger’s nest

Tiger’s nest

The sheer rock face  threw a challenge We accepted it. The myth talked about a flying tiger We accepted it. The shenanigans of an ancient monk Reinvented with passing time.  We accepted it. The journey should end At the hermitage, We accepted it. The...