Arunlekha SenguptaNaina takes the busNaina dreaded the overnight bus journeys. The trip home was always meticulously planned; the joy that she carried in her heart for her…Mar 10, 2017Mar 10, 2017
Arunlekha SenguptaThe ClassroomRomantic prompt — “If you’re a bird…I’m a bird.” The Notebook.Feb 13, 2016Feb 13, 2016
Arunlekha SenguptaNick of TimeTrina fell back on to the bed hard. The spring bounced and took her with it. The fan whirled uselessly above her head trying to dispel this…Jan 10, 2016Jan 10, 2016
Arunlekha SenguptaBetween the LinesIt was just 10 in the night and Sweety was already sleepy. The day had been very draining on her. Her brown hands and bony fingers had…Nov 28, 2015Nov 28, 2015
Arunlekha SenguptaAnother Summer storyEvery evening I take my now accustomed road back home and I think of you. To fill you and me with thoughts those surround me this evening…Nov 26, 2015Nov 26, 2015
Arunlekha SenguptaSummer rains at Banjara Hills Rd no 10I’m probably just repeating myself. I do that. Life for me is a long series of the same and co-incidences. I am probably repeating myself…Nov 26, 2015Nov 26, 2015
Arunlekha SenguptaThe solitary 17He would be inside for 17 years. Trapped they’d call him when they would finally find him. “Poor thing,” they would say. But that was still…Nov 22, 2015Nov 22, 2015
Arunlekha SenguptaKingdom by the KeeravaniTwo princess ran in play and jest. Young and old, they sprinted across greens in a mist. It was their first morning out of the palace in a…Nov 22, 20151Nov 22, 20151
Arunlekha SenguptaA Mad Girl’s SongI have an old blog where I wrote from 2005 to 2013. This blog records my years of the struggle with self-actualization. And madness. When I…Jul 2, 2015Jul 2, 2015