Just like an alcoholic’s tragic relationship with his seedy madhushala, my lonely nights had come to be punctuated by sub-standard meals at Kolkata U.P. Chats and Paratha Center.
It was no surprise, then, that I, like the rest of my generation, embraced the coffee culture with a vengeance. It was my way of telling tea to go to hell.
There’s no space on screen for even an extra inch of flesh. Or, for that matter, in T.V. shows, advertisements, billboards, music videos, or even in our own heads.