Sunshine Too Brief


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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian;
Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry;
I love watching thunderstorms and rain;
Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones;
I hate empty walls.

In the News

Craving of the week-
Dark Chocolate
Reading List-
Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)-
127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week-
Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend-
Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie

My Novella: Samosa for the Arranged Souls

Introduction & Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapters 3, 4 & 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 continues

Chapter 7 & Epilogue

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    Celebrating this space

    It just realized its almost been three years that I've started this blog. What a loser eh?
    Oh trust me I've thought of ending it when I have clearly run out of things to say, lost any creativity I possessed or apparently pissed someone off. Where most bloggers I know have moved onto different spaces, made fresh starts on the blogsphere or just moved out of it, I have felt a strange attachment to it. Its not like I've written anything substantial in the 244 posts so far, but I'm fond of this new journal of mine. Probably speaks volumes about my pack-rat nature. I have kept the old (horror) hand written ones, so why not this one? I also (major embarrassing confession coming up) enjoy reading my old writings.
    Admit it- You do it too!
    With the hand-written ones, I have marvelled at the change in handwriting in my journals since I was a wee 11 year old and wondered what it means.
    I can't do that with this one. But I can trace some of the journey.

    All started in the late spring time of 2004 when I was a clever 26 yr old.
    Back when I wrote a post every other day and had something to vent about T-shirts and cell phones.
    This blog had been with me in my creative times with a paint-brush and my foray into political thinking, many manytimes.

    Ofcourse, no single, brown girl's blog is ever complete without venting about
    dating, marriage, and brown culture. But I also wrote about of various members of the family like my kid brother . My mother has made frequent short appearances.

    This was journal marked many important times (some only to me) of my life-
    when I moved out , met a ghost, went on a shopping spree, contemplated on
    old traditions, waved goodbye to dear ones, got sick , turned 27 and cooked for a friend

    2005 had some more rants about double standards or my disdain for golf, stopping only to,take mental pictures, review some movies and plays in Toronto.

    Then it was back in the never ending family drama of 'get married...come on get married' once and too many times. This resulted in the "Samosa for the Arrange Souls" series you can see on the right. I'm glad people liked it.

    Ofcourse some times, I reflected about my past , present and future.
    But most times I tried (in vain) not to think about being single but come up with crazy ideas, re-evaluations and go back to watching movies

    Its what I do, best.


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