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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
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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 Wall

Every morning when I looked at it the wall frowned back at me.  Occasionally it would look glum or even pleasant depending of course on how low your standards of pleasant are, but at me it always frowned. The frowning, in my opinion, was totally...

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Don’t let that hiccup get away!

That's what an old aunt used to say. Actually I think she was more of a grand aunt, but I've never really figured out which branch of the family tree she hangs from. My hiccups have an eerie habit of popping up just when I've taken...

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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,...

The problem with wandering dreams

My dreams have an annoying habit. They wait till I'm asleep and then decide to go for a walk around the house. When I complained about it to my doctor she said that such a phenomenon is not completely unheard of. Apparently dreams need to...

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...

The reflection

Film opens with a blank screen. SOUND: Low humming in a woman’s voice interspersed with gentle laughter INTERIOR – STUDIO APARTMENT It is late at night. A middle-aged woman is walking around in her small, neatly furnished living room. Dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt she’s talking...

130 hours in Jordan

The first thing that you feel in Jordan once you land is, goose bumps. Not just the tiny ones on your arm because of the cold air whistling through your nostrils, ears and other orifices but the type that makes your senses go bump with...

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...

My lazy other half

If someone was to take a cake knife and slice through me in exactly two halves, lengthwise she would see an obvious difference. A hardworking right half and a lazy left half. No it's true. My left half is incredibly lazy, so much so that I'm...