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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
Sumita Chakrabarty | Personal Blog
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MIRROR IMAGE

INTERIOR of an apartment. LIGHT is streaming in through a NARROW window with frilly curtains that look DRAB. The light is throwing patterns on the floor. Highlighting patches where the hardwood floor has peeled off. There is sofa-bed/couch in a corner UNMADE, some clothes heaped on...

My fate…it’s blowing in the wind!

I realized one windy morning while looking out of the balcony that the ‘something’ which whizzed past my face with an angry buzz was my fate. Thankfully it was a  good day and I could quickly reach out and grab it before it could fly...

I have learnt that…

I have learnt that the maturity which comes with experience and wielding responsibilities increases the tensile strength of your emotions and your capacity to absorb stress and most importantly, deal with bullshit on a daily basis. That when my eyes and lips don't say the same...

The dragon slayer

As a family we’ve in the past been bold wayfarers and finders of opportunities in distant lands with no hesitation in leaving behind complete lives if there happened to be such an event. Like every good story mine too begins in the days of yore....

Tired thoughts riddled with stray emotions

By the time I heard the story from P it had already curdled at the edges. The tiredness of it made it even more unappealing and insipid. But I was determined to laugh through it and enjoy it. Seemed very much in keeping with my...

A vivid shade of Italian

My first truly golden sunset in Italy was the one I saw from our room up in the craggy hillside of Amalfi. I had climbed over 200 steps huffing and puffing thinking after the 121st step that my heart was going to leap out of...

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...

Luck, destiny and the speed of life

My luck has a tendency of sometimes outrunning me. When I speed up to catch it, destiny fails to keep up. It is really annoying, this constant slowing down and speeding up. Leaves me exhausted and completely messes up the overall equilibrium of things.  For...

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....