Posts by Sarba Roy

Broken

We are all broken.   We all have that secret side which is weak, scared, bruised and imprisoned. We all know that, no matter how

Of Love and Unpretentiousness

Love is not just saying nice things to each other with decent smiles, it is being raw and crazy, laughing uncontrollably at things which seem

The Purple Mango

Mangoes are not just fruits, they are tiny time machines. Each time I dig my teeth into a juicy mango, I am transported to the

The Science and Art of Love

Almost a decade back, your dreamy eyes had caught my attention and I was captivated by your deep baritone and beautiful mind. You chose equations

The Serial Killer

Waking up from sleep, struggling in the congested bus for a lonesome seat, swiping the smart card and walking to a little cubicle with a

Spices Of Life

The whiff of air heavy with the smell of raw onions and lemons along with the shrill voice of the hawker jolted me back to

A Conversation With Ma

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A Spooky Day in Office

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Cheating Death

As I sat in the auto today morning, the driver upon anticipating a heavy rush, wheezed through a narrow gully that seemed to be lost

The Journey of a ’90s Kid

Being a ’90s kid is an amazingly charming thing in itself. Away from the mad world of smart gadgets, we grew up watching the seemingly