My First Kiss
Here’s a candid poem about the first kiss by Soumya, in Different Truths. I do not remember my first kiss And I doubt if you do For when I...
And a Chipko is Born…
Humourist Soumya tells us how a Chipko was born in their home. He shares the experiences with a young girl from the hills and her love for nature, weeds,...
Memories of Sangla Hill
This is a question that we all have to answer. Shia, Sunni, Catholic, Protestant, Bengali, Marathi, Brahmin, Jathav, Black, White, Brown, Yellow, do we all mark our territories and...
The Liquid Path
Humourist Soumya talks about coming of age and an initiation in drinking, in his style, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. I feel that the idyllic memories...
The Wedding
Humourist Soumya takes a dig at the cross-cultural wedding of a Bong and a Punjabi. The cultural differences were sharply magnified to the woes of each side – later...
Raindrops on Paper
A nostalgic rain poem by Soumya, an autobiographical rendition of various times and places, in Different Truths. Sitting on the balcony, watching the distant sea go gray and mist...
Cities I Have Lived in and Loved
Humourist Soumya talks of the cities that he lived in, the four metropolises. In his tongue-in-cheek style, he compares the four cities to women, in the weekly column, exclusively...
My First Dance
Humourist Soumya talks of his first dance, in his tongue-in-cheek manner, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. I grew up in the East, where leaping about and...
No Country for Shy People!
Humourist Soumya tells us about two men, Ram and Shyam, each other’s foil and what happened to them in a bawdy house Read more in the weekly column, exclusively...
The Unique Satyanarain: Secularism, Goan Style!
Humourist Soumya keenly observes rituals in government offices in various parts of India. Goa holds the surprise. Smile with him, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. Traditionally,...