Author Archives: Bhumika's Boudoir

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.

Migraine

My migraine is a pulsating red dot in a sea of indigo A Bengali bride ullulating under the pandal in the bustle of a wedding hall. My migraine stops me in the street and says: Those lights are far too … Continue reading

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Memory

The fear is what will happen if the hoarder of secrets loses all his memory? Where will those secrets go? Who will hide stories about my paternal ancestry? How will we ever discover what happened to all that money all … Continue reading

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Tree

Tree you are. Swaying by the cliff Your roots sunk deep In the hidden crevices Of rock. Strong. Dark. Impenetrable. The winds whip your leaves. Shimmering In the light of endless sunsets. It’s all play to you. Wind and gale … Continue reading

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Untitled by Suma Bhat

The sun was young And earth raw When it all began By the street corner, over coffee and cigarettes They found out how they liked their beer Chilled, and bajjis, steaming And their love for reading, words and The longing … Continue reading

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Stain

krishna stains me black I look one night and there we are. He is me and I am him Stained together in black. Stars twinkle in the wild darkness That is us. That black is us. Entwined together, Running parallel … Continue reading

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Fade

The words, Go. Oh? O is right. Followed by N. Then, E. One B Y O N e. What’s that word? Like poof. Gone. In those books You know what books? The books with pictures. For children usually. Comics. Yes. … Continue reading

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La Vie en Violet: huitième partie

Around now, I begin to suspect the frequent changes to my medication. My psychiatrist told me that my anxiety is a result of all my other illnesses. In that sense, it’s pretty organic and not a result of anything emotional. … Continue reading

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