Look at that!!
What an exotic creature this post colonial world has brought into the post modern world!
Look at the representation, I didn’t change the location, yet the location has itself changed. Within that, I lost my sense of identity myself. For which, I am constantly trying to recreate and rediscover myself.

I didn’t just lose myself, but also the sense of time, space and belonging. Yet the irony is that I have become restless to find myself, and where I belong. Neither could I fit myself anywhere, nor could I be a part of any community to it’s best.

Yet the irony is that as a Bengali boy, I am trying to be an English man in the Western world.

A new half-caste is on the rise….