An editor and a motorcycling enthusiast, Arijit Ghosh has been writing for over a decade about everything under the sun, from soliloquies of unhinged minds or anecdotal accounts from his days in Benaras, to erotica, lost love, and the nuances of living as an atheist in multicultural India. His work has been published in Gravel Magazine, Bonobology, Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul, and The Brown Critique. He lives in Bangalore, subservient to his wife of two decades and a 14-year-old son.
Standing at the signal, when I think of her, I realize I haven’t moved very far from where I started. Arijit Ghosh narrates a true account for a friend.
