“But think of me fondly right till the end. Think of me always as your brother's friend. Think of me whenever you see an Amrood tree. Think of me on cold winter nights.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari')” — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“I had wanted to hate you that day. Believe me, I had. And then suddenly, staring at me incredulously, your extra half-tooth had blurted… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“Baby, I bear remnants of you on my body, on my soul. I always have, I always will, gladly. I just want you to… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“For feverish mornings after he left, she lay awake in that guest room in their house, in the rumples of the sheet he had… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“She taught me how to wear a Tangail saree, she taught me Julius Caesar. She taught me how to deal with the pain of… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“I shall remain thankful to you for the tenderness of your arms that held me when I wept onto your shoulder, and that held… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“Most of what we got was crockery: from exotic crystal bowls to ceramic anomalies. Then, a cross-section of rugs- from a beautiful Kashmiri original… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“I want to kiss your forehead; my love now is so evolved. I want to hold your hand and see all the little marks… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“When we were children, Bapi used to dress us up in the same clothes, going to Apsara for ‘Titanic’ or reruns of ‘Dadar Kirti’… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“I had no eyelashes left. So when I cried, the tears rolled down, unabated to my mouth. My saliva tasted those days, like a… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“Back then, come July, and the blazers would again make their way out of the steel trunks and evenings would be spent looking at… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“There would remain no sign of you ever having played in this house. Your childhood is going to be swept under a camel-skin rug… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“I remember being in the mood for love at the slightest provocation- your nubile body feeling undeniably illicit, under mine, rhyming, heaving, breathing together,… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
“That was our first home. Before I felt like an island in an ocean, before Calcutta, before everything that followed. You know it wasn’t… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
