deepanjana
deepanjana
author & journalist
 
 

Hello hello!

this the online home of author and journalist
Deepanjana Pal

 
 
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Blog
The Light Chronicles
The Light Chronicles

Reasons to keep your eyes open and your cameraphone handy.

The Abstract World of Ram Kumar, 1924-2018
The Abstract World of Ram Kumar, 1924-2018

What can you do with a couple of geometric shapes and a few lines? That's all Ram Kumar needed to turn the world abstract and upside down.

The Incomplete Works
The Incomplete Works

I wrote a novel.

Baaghi 2: Heroism ≠ Human Rights
Baaghi 2: Heroism ≠ Human Rights

Baaghi 2 thinks human shields are good things. I can't even 

Bullet points: Black Panther
Bullet points: Black Panther

The ladies of Black Panther are killing it.  

An Army of Saraswatis
An Army of Saraswatis

It's hard out there for a goddess of wisdom.

Seeing Through the Mist
Seeing Through the Mist

It's like walking into a wall that melts away only to gather around you one step later.

Hello 2018
Hello 2018

Of the moon, fireworks and poetry. 

Tiger Zinda Hai: The Zero Hero Film
Tiger Zinda Hai: The Zero Hero Film

Take out Salman Khan, and everything's fine. 

Is This The 2nd Golden Age of Indian Comics?
Is This The 2nd Golden Age of Indian Comics?

"Nothing's happening and it's nobody's fault."

 

snapshots

Can we take a moment to appreciate how many AMAZING women I have in one stunningly crap frame? #ginoclock
Look up. #cloudchronicles2018
They’re getting fluffier and greyer. #CloudChronicles2018
Working women. (Thank you @booksontoast, for my beloved Prof McGonagall.)
Waiting. #CloudChronicles
Discovered the Pulp Magazine Archive (that and more in the newsletter. Link is in bio for a day). Explosion of pedigreed bull and bunk - that there is a worthy motto.
 

short stories

"The satiny material of her burkha shone where it caught the sunlight. It stretched, dipped, billowed and moulded against her body because of the wind. The magnifying glass inched down her form, past the arc of her covered head, along the fluid lines of wind-puffed material. Hadpude didn’t blink. He just looked. His eyes travelled from head to toe, from photo to photo."

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