“Often, Kaya lay awake thinking about her life. From above, it seemed like a patchwork quilt. Love, loss, death, sorrow, exhilaration… discordant pieces that came together to complete it. The most luminous of all the pieces, as always, was the… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share Image
“Why should a woman feel the constant need to be guarded from men in a civilised society? The culprits in fact are suppression and the archaic, hypocritical and holier-than-thou attitude of Indian society. We live in denial to remain seated on the pedestal - smugly congratulating ourselves on our traditional, conservative value system. Its time to wake up - there… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share
“Su initiated Phooli and Chilki into computer games, while they taught her how to play hoola-hoop with a discarded cycle tyre, how to catch raindrops in her mouth and the secret art of taming a goat. Su listened to them with absolute, unwavering concentration. Her eyes wide open, almost unblinking. The bartering also included swapping Toblerones with brightly coloured candy… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share
“Phooli invariably fell silent at the mention of her father – a desolate expression stealing across her childish face. Her silence, though intended otherwise,… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share Image
“Often, Kaya lay awake thinking about her life. From above, it seemed like a patchwork quilt. Love, loss, death, sorrow, exhilaration… discordant pieces that… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share Image
“When Kaya looked up again, she spotted a little girl across the street in front of her car. She was carrying a large pile… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share Image
