Sudipta Das
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My phony family. (3 votes)
With her back turned to me. (8 votes)
Busting urban legends -II (3 votes)
Busting urban legends - I (3 votes)
The case of a simple F.I.R. (3 votes)
Latest posts by Sudipta DasIt was the winter of 2013 when I first set my sights on the Nexus 5. It was a huge and satisfying upgrade from my Galaxy Ace (I am never going back to Samsung until it does something about its touchwiz crap). As I come close to celebrating my 2 year phone anniversary, I look around and see everyone...
Posted on 14 November 2015 | 5:06 am
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It's been almost a month since I moved out of Siliguri and travelled a few hundred kilometres south to settle down in Kolkata. However, the unsettling heat and traffic have not made it easy. The month has been long and mostly eventful, but not relevant enough to be detailed here. Several firsts and...
Posted on 30 April 2014 | 1:16 am
Read postSo a couple of weeks ago, I put in my resignation. It was like a soft dismissal, caught behind. My bosses were not shocked, but slightly confused. I received a few calls in the next couple of days from the bosses, and their bosses, and their bosses, everyone trying to find out why was I resigning. T...
Posted on 20 March 2014 | 11:17 pm
Read postHe sat there and smiled at her. She blushed, and flushed red. He said, "Marié, You are so beautiful". She replied, "Yes, yes, rub it in", saying thus she made a face at him. At this, both of them burst in fits of laughter. A few eyebrows were raised in the otherwise silent café. They became quiet so...
Posted on 3 August 2007 | 2:00 pm
Read postOnce upon a time there was a man. Well, he was a man or a ghost or just a wisp of smoke. No one knew for sure. He lived all by himself in this very big castle. No one lived with him, except that a servant lady came sometimes to check if he was alive or dead. ...Sometimes, he just slept slept for who...
Posted on 3 August 2007 | 8:52 am
Read postThe air seemed musty. I put out my tongue and tried to taste it. Soot. Sweat. Dust. Blood. I put my tongue back into my mouth. I did not want to lose my sense of taste so soon. The road looked forsaken yet a few souls roamed aimlessly on it. Tramps mostly. A few shoe boys scurried about in the darkn...
Posted on 22 March 2007 | 6:02 am
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