It was an amazing blog. I won’t mention whose it is, but would give you a clue – he is a prolific Indian writer whose works at times feature in top Indian magazines. Earlier, he was with The Indian Express, I am not sure whether he still works for it or not (I got to check this one out). But whatever, one should read his blog; his style is simple yet lively; philosophical yet downright silly; uncomfortable yet lovey-dovey.
Besides, he has an excellent knack of bringing to life mundane things that we tend to forget once the sun sets over the horizon. Like meeting a child on a street. Or a conversation with his ex-flame. Or explaining the way Bengalis live . He pokes fun, but educates. He also scripts poems! That too in a style that is completely arresting. With an ending that is totally unsuspecting.
After going through his blog I got nervous. Nervous to an extent that I am now fearful of writing anything. With such big fish in the waters, who needs a small fry like me?
Besides, he has an excellent knack of bringing to life mundane things that we tend to forget once the sun sets over the horizon. Like meeting a child on a street. Or a conversation with his ex-flame. Or explaining the way Bengalis live . He pokes fun, but educates. He also scripts poems! That too in a style that is completely arresting. With an ending that is totally unsuspecting.
After going through his blog I got nervous. Nervous to an extent that I am now fearful of writing anything. With such big fish in the waters, who needs a small fry like me?
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