Bijoya

The days after Durga Pujo bring with them a peculiar mood of introspection. After the madness and the subversion of night and day, the overeating and the excitement of the lights and the crowds, the sudden peace and absence of festivities make people break out in strange ways.

Apologies

We just moved to a new home and this week the three of us are travelling. I didn't mean for there to be a break in the Lake Gardens Tales but there has been one since I've hardly had any chance to be at a computer. Episodes will resume as soon as possible. A huge sorry to those who've been clicking in and been disappointed. (I know the feeling!)

Debipokkho

Mr Mookerjee dimly heard the cellphone alarm go off on the far side of his bed. Within a few seconds his little bedside clock began to sound its own alarm as well. He fumbled around for the clock first. A firm pound on its little button shut the alarm off but the cellphone required the bedside lamp and some sleep-dazed reading of buttons. Not for the first time he wondered why these phone makers had to complicate life.