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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

The Dragon Slayer – Contd.

Cholera found Nityananda at the age of 43 and his dazzling story was forced to come to a premature end in the village of Kelisahar where his family lived. By modern standards, Kelisahar which is a part of Chittagong district, continues to be a village. It...

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Grief is two-toned but happiness has many shades

The colours of joy are many. Just as there as many words to describe the feeling. My friend Dee even has an expression called mellow-joy. And she  uses it from time to time. I suspect it is mainly because people always stop mid-sentence to ask...

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Tattoo girl

The day she created her first tattoo, Rohini realized that she had magic in her fingers. Literally. Every groove she inked into a person's skin danced with a life of its own. The design called out to her and she responded to it with abandon....

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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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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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Meeting George Clooney in another life

My next life is all planned out. Right down to the last detail and there's no room for surprises, good or otherwise. It will be a life filled with breathless excitement where every moment will be stretched tight with no creases. I see myself gliding...

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The mathematics of self-confidence

For someone who has consistently skirted on the edges of any form of mathematics without even dipping a toe in the pool it's strange that I should propose a mathematical formula to an abstract concept. Some people would even refer to this as ironical. I,...

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One gram of fear

One of my favourite theories is that we're all born with the same quantities of fear and courage, the capacity to stay happy, resilience, tensile strength of emotions, love, patience, sanity...

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Grated at the edges

He was sitting all huddled up in what seemed like an old blanket pretending to be a not-so-old shawl. All I could see was heavy lidded red-rimmed eyes, sallow cheeks and cracked lips peeking from under a robust, hearty mustache. Faint traces of sunlight turned the...

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