White Christmas Brown

We spent December in Goa – and I promise to tell you all about that. But here’s something first:

I’ve just had my non-fiction ‘White Christmas Brown’ published in the rather fine Irish journal The Bohemyth. It’s a personal piece that travels from my school in Kolkata to life in England. It’s about identity (and what the hell that even means). And, it’s about being brown in a British Christmas.

I’d love for you to read it:

As always, I look forward to your comments and thoughts. Have a wonderful year, my friends! Here’s to more days of sharing this crazy, old space with you.


The smell of old books

I wrote a short, short piece, which was published today on River Teeth, a US-based journal of narrative nonfiction. Only some of you will know the shops in Calcutta I talk about, but all of you will know the smell of old books.
I’d love to know what it makes you think of – leave me your thoughts here, or on the River Teeth website when you get there. I’ll give you a bunch of sunflowers and wild leaves in return.