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About Sumita

Sumita considers herself as a writer for all reasons. She has written most of her adult life starting with a book of stories at the age of eleven. After an unsuccessful attempt to get into journalism school Sumita fell head first, into advertising copywriting and that started an affair of a lifetime (at the risk of sounding a tad cheesy). Today Sumita is a not so lean and mean writing machine displaying capabilities in many styles. Check out the offerings on display and do get back to her with your feedback and requests for writing work - sumita@sumitachakrabarty.com

Looking forward to dying

When I met Jack-a-chack he was in his early sixties with a shiny pate where once a thick mop of hair had flourished for about 35 years, I was told. Nonetheless, he carried his bald pate with a certain ribald dignity and at times often...

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Mirror image

It took K many months to get used to looking at the mirror. Ever since the kidnapping he had become jumpy always expecting to see someone else every time he glanced at the mirror. It was not a bizarre, irrational fear. It did happen. The faint...

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My innocent right toe

My right toe bears the scars of a passionate encounter that happened many years ago.  The passion was snuffed out soon after by circumstances, but the scar has stayed on till date. My long suffering right toe bears it with dignity and a look of...

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Holding up against the light

Have you ever held up a painful memory or a lurking, unhappy thought against the light?  Just to look at it and figure out why it still brings tears to the eyes or a smile to the lips?. You know...

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WINNER TAKES ALL

Opening scene Video game parlour. Dimly lit. Camera SWOOPS down on the scene. Young people engrossed looking at their screens. Some look thrilled. Some, puzzled. And a couple of them have fierce looks of concentration tinged with disappointment. Clearly, they’re on the verge of losing. And then the...

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Silent footfalls in my head

Have you ever had the experience of grabbing a stray thought by the neck and wringing it till it turned tail and ran? It's happened to me a few times. But the problem with that is sometimes it refuses to go away quietly. It plays...

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Cat story

I'm not sure if the decision to be born as a cat was mine or if it was decided for me. If it was then clearly someone out there read my mind right down to the last comma. Personally I don't believe that such amazing coincidences...

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Brittle pieces of memories

There's an old saying that goes, if you have too many memories then break them up into small pieces and store them. I tried doing that but I noticed that if I didn't store them carefully the older ones tend to get brittle and break...

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Japan, in ten days and 500 words…

There's something truly heartbreaking about the beauty of a weeping cherry blossom tree as it stands on the edge of a water body casting a tremulous reflection. My ten day trip to Japan was filled with such moving images interspersed with bright splashes of fresh...

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