“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… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share Image
“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… — Prachi Bhaumik Copy Share Image
“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
