Window Seat

  How many years must we put between us to prove we are no longer in love? How many summers and Octobers, distractions and chance meetings, remnants of our sad, hopeful love in another's look, an all too familiar gesture– how long do we go on dragging our aching bodies day after day through this yawning, yearning world, searching for a glimpse of what could have been?  The family, where their only son turned twenty-eight and still devoid of that corporative work-pressure felt concerned. On the other hand, the son wanted to relax as much as he could before pulling a full-stop to it for the next thirty-two years.  Banerjee, the surname which would lure in respect, dignity itself- adorned his name perfectly.  Anweshan Banerjee, a character screaming intellectualism. A person who placed a high value on or pursued things of interest to the intellect or the more complex forms and fields of knowledge, as aesthetic or philosophical matters, especially on an abstract and gene...