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Ashmita Mukherjee
Oscillates between artist and critic. Reads poetry. Or tarot cards. Was actually manufactured two centuries ago, now picks up stray ghosts from battered objects and befriends them. Loves vintage, ruins, the color of rust, ancient signs and symbols. Impatient with technology. Patient with dogs and cats. Indulges in artful lies. 
Literary research is job, fictive writing is leisure. 

 Mitarik Barma
Loves playing with technology; love reading; loves food; loves fountain pens and ink; always procrastinating; hopes for the wonder of life to unfold before his eyes. Occasionally, tries to write fiction and memoirs. Is habitually irrelevant.

 Suvendu Ghatak
Compulsively digs out stories from the mundane. Spirit sleeps in ruins, stares on wrinkled faces. Strolls on eroded landscapes and desolate graveyards. Sometimes gets out of the time warp. Especially when gets keen on rainwater harvesting and organic farming. 

Teaches English, learns Santhali.

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