Savvy Soumya wants to be a writer by day, by night and by every moment of her life. A former journalist, she has zeroed down on the fact that writing for ‘nirmal anand’ is her true (and only) calling.
1988 I must have been in class 4. It was lunch break. I had had my lunch and instead of being in school by now, I was standing in the balcony with my face thrust between the iron balusters, the forehead stuck
I always tell her she is very brave. Maybe I should use the word ‘courage’ more often. “You know I left you behind because I had to. I feel bad about it.” Ma said. “Don’t. Momma you did what you thought was
It was time for my parents to find a suitable boy for me. It gave me exciting encounters, interesting revelations and a name for my Substack account. This was during a two year period when Udit and I were ‘on a