Abhishek SenguptainLit UpPLACES DON’T EXIST: 3. StaircaseWhen we were children, we sat on the staircase of an abandoned house. The stairs led up to darkness and fear3 min read·Dec 12, 2017--1--1
Abhishek SenguptainLit UpPLACES DON’T EXIST: 2. WindowPapa calls me a dream. Or a nightmare. He can’t decide. They’re equally frightening, he says.3 min read·Oct 24, 2017----
Abhishek Senguptainthe CafeThe GlowThey say the sea ends when the morning comes, and morning never comes.7 min read·Oct 24, 2017--1--1
Abhishek SenguptainLiterally LiteraryAnd With This Hand, You Shall Not SinWhen Styja went away, she left her hand with me. I kept her on my pillow when I went to sleep. Some nights, she’d weep blood.8 min read·Oct 23, 2017----
Abhishek SenguptainLit UpPLACES DON’T EXIST: 1. Sand DuneA series of poems that may be nothing more than a story. And a story that may be nothing more than an essay. Always as real as the places.3 min read·Oct 19, 2017----
Abhishek SenguptaA Taste of the Salty SkyIn the morning, when I go ambling down Styja’s skin, I come across a few seashells on its shores.·5 min read·Oct 17, 2017----
Abhishek SenguptainLit UpFadeI have two brains. They are paired to think on two separate lines, working simultaneously. But it starts getting troublesome when thoughts…2 min read·Oct 7, 2017--1--1