Oindrila Ghosal

The Harmonium Teacher

by Oindrila Ghosal                                                           The automatic doors of the train parted. Ranveer, clutching his harmonium in the canvas bag, stepped in. At this time of the evening, there were not many people on the platform. Not many people disembarked either. And so, without much hassle, he found himself a seat by the window. He first […]

The Tussar Saree

by Oindrila Ghosal Sound              The first time I draped the beige tussar silk saree, I had no premonition. Even when I ran my fingers across the embroidered flowers and paisleys on the dull gold of the coarse silk while adjusting the pleats, there were no whispers.

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