A Letter to Arundhati Roy.

Diyali Bhattacharya

arundhati royDear Miss Roy,

I hereby take the liberty of addressing you in first-person because I nurture the hope that this letter finds you one day and you get amused as you read a girl less than half your age, while she delivers a tirade about how much she admires you. I do not know whether it will be justified if I call you my favourite author because I have read only one of your work. The Ministry of Utmost Happiness has been sitting on my shelf for quite some time but you know how we keep on buying books and they start piling on top of the other until you cannot decide which one to read first. I promise I will take it up once I finish my present read. However, I have read The God of Small Things. It was back in the winters of 2017, and I had…

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Yellow Pages.

It will be a lie if I write that you can smell old books if you pass through the old lanes of College Street. But when you see the old books lined up in rows on the pavements, you cannot help but stop and stare. Personally, the first thing I do when I pick up… Continue reading Yellow Pages.

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Parallel Universes.

As a child, I had always been overtly obsessed about concepts from physics and I had loved discussing about it. Based on my interest, I pursued science in my graduation school only to realise that physics was the subject I hated the most. Isn't it funny? Well, I graduated from high school with good marks… Continue reading Parallel Universes.

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Doodling Away To Glory.

I have been really busy these past couple of days. Even though I miss WordPress dearly, I cannot help it at all. With my exams coming and everything, there's hardly anytime. But trust me, the ideas are throbbing in my brain. It is as if they are in on a conspiracy to attack my brain… Continue reading Doodling Away To Glory.