“I remember being in the mood for love at the slightest provocation- your nubile body feeling undeniably illicit, under mine, rhyming, heaving, breathing together, each other, squirrel hands, down and across and stolen kisses, on and not on the lips.… — 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 out aloud, ‘You get dimples on both cheeks!’ your immaculate lisp intact, on both the ‘s’es. I remember that second, the way your hair fell, the nankhatais on my tongue and the strains of Akhtar’s melody… — Kunal Sen Copy Share
“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 slept in. She would get him on every turn: his aftershave lingering on the sides of the pillow that sometimes caught her, waking up from her dreams of him, in nuclear nights, his gaze: drenching her… — Kunal Sen Copy Share
“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 me throughout that winter, after every bicycle accident and every B minus. I discovered Bulbul that you could make everything all right, by blowing softly over scraped knees… but one such winter day, by which time… — Kunal Sen Copy Share
“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 to a memorable one with printed dragons and utterly incomprehensible hieroglyphics. Dibyendu (typically) gave us a scrabble set and Runai Maashi: that rocking chair. Yuppie work friends, trying to be unique and aesthetically offbeat, went for… — Kunal Sen Copy Share
“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
