Shailee BhattacharyaThe underappreciated art of organizing a writer’s life.After several years, I am contemplating writing for the public, but only to validate my thoughts and give a window to my readers about…Oct 25Oct 25
Shailee BhattacharyaMelody and MelancholyListening to Rabindrasangeet in an indifferent land.Feb 24, 2022Feb 24, 2022
Shailee BhattacharyaInside a Daydream Worth Two PenniesThe idea of Sucharita writing a story fluctuates more like a defective pendulum clock. You might look at the oscillations and think, oh…Feb 6, 2022Feb 6, 2022
Shailee BhattacharyaWindow SeatThe quintessence of traveling through India’s heartland by trainsFeb 4, 2022Feb 4, 2022
Shailee BhattacharyaA tryst, by the SeineWe were walking down the riverside when he suddenly held my left wrist, in an attempt to slow me down. I looked at him, quite perplexed…Feb 3, 2022Feb 3, 2022
Shailee BhattacharyainMusing StarConversationRajesh spoke to me after ten days. He wanted suggestions on how to approach essay-type questions addressing socio-political and economic…Jan 22, 2021Jan 22, 2021
Shailee BhattacharyainMusing StarRaindropsMyra opened the wrinkled white paper that she hid in her favorite pair of blue jeans- the one that she always wore when she went to meet…Jun 24, 2020Jun 24, 2020
Shailee BhattacharyainMusing StarBeing a Man in a Patriarchal WorldI watched a film called Udaan, again. It’s a 2010 film but hadn’t I googled it up, it would have been hard to guess. It could have very…May 31, 2020May 31, 2020
