The first time Noton, as I called Aveek, appeared in my dreams after his death, he was sitting at...
A short piece titled ‘Wrong Concerto’ by my uncle and dear friend Aveek Sen, who died earlier this month....
My earliest appreciation of language, prose, the beauty of a string of words elegantly woven into a story, came...
2016 started with firecrackers raining fire on my head (really, they malfunctioned and went off not too far from...
