Ananya Bhattacharya
Dear Mamata didi, arrest me now!
The next time I write something (if I’m ever allowed to), I might be doing so from within the entrails of some prison somewhere in West Bengal.
Embrace the ecstasy called ‘Bihu’...
Ananya Bhattacharya
Thanks, I asked for it
If my plunging neckline, low-waist skirt and six-inch stilettos are evidence enough that I’m ‘asking’ for it, then what is stopping you? Go ahead; make the most of my ‘provocations’.
Thanks, I asked for it
<br/>If my plunging neckline, low-waist skirt and six-inch stilettos are evidence enough that I’m ‘asking’ for it, then what is stopping you? Go ahead; make the most of my ‘provocations’.
‘We let music step up, and we follow…’
Ananya Bhattacharya
‘We let music step up, and we follow…’
Ananya Bhattacharya
Sneak-peek into a girls’ hostel: Holi celebrations
The air is fragrant with the sweet smell of flowers and everything around you is decked in myriad hues. And the beckoning gestures of marijuana are too tantalising to ignore.
Sneak-peek into a girls’ hostel: Holi celebrations
<br/>The air is fragrant with the sweet smell of flowers and everything around you is decked in myriad hues. And the beckoning gestures of marijuana are too tantalising to ignore.
Bhasha, language… What would our lives be without it!
Ananya Bhattacharya
