Neelanjana Gautam--Writer


I am immensely awed by the notion of spacetime. The discovery of gravitational waves blew my mind. I love journeys. I have crossed the Atlantic from a cruising altitude of 36,000 feet, and that's the closest I have been with the sky. I have also felt the wet smell of the earth, on a blood moon night. I love the sound the Hawaiian waves make on the shores. I like biking. The shorebirds of California thrill me. I had a crush on Bryan Adams once. I am in love with films. My first snow picture is an all-white bicycle and a bench. I love pink hair and high-heels. You won't catch me wearing either.

I think, I write. I also read what you write.
Medium — The Coffeelicious

How I loved the Mexican boys once — Meandering through central Mexico (Unabridged)

Mexico. A country I have always been fascinated with. My earliest memory of anything remotely “Mexico” can be traced back to the days I was growing up in India — the FIFA World Cup that used to get us all belligerent once in four years. I still remember the way all four of us (my parents and sister) ganged up to root for the Mexican boys. We never whined even when the matches rolled well past midnight.
India Currents

Meandering Through Mexico (Abridged)

Mexico. A country I have always been fascinated with. My earliest memory of anything remotely “Mexico” can be traced back to the days I was growing up in India—the FIFA World Cup that used to get us all heated up once every four years. I still remember the way all four of us (my parents and sister, and I) rooted passionately for our soccer playing Mexican boys. It often didn’t matter when the matches rolled well past midnight.
The Princeton Packet

Let there be light on dark streets

(Image courtesy: Mark Bridger/Solent News) It so happens that every Wednesday evening our gastric systems send us reminders. If this leaves you wondering about our organic functions, let me state right in the beginning that we are not battling any biological disorders, rather a very common syndrome; epicurean cravings. Figuratively speaking, it is during these times that my husband’s well-earned Dr. prefix comes to our rescue!
Kheya Magazine, Bengali Association of Southern California (BASC)

East meets West in L.A.

Having lived in Kolkata for the greater part of my life, I see no reason why I wouldn't carry glimpses of my hometown in my optical sockets! My myopic vision corroborates this visual allegiance nearly corresponding to my roots. In this piece I would like to acknowledge two demographically distinct cities, connected uncannily; for the Angelenos and Kolkatans alike, this might come as a finding of some sort.
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