Bob D'Costa

I like myself the way I am.

First my name. I call myself Herself. Yes. That’s my name.

I flung my long dress on the couch and put on the mini skirt,

Then, putting my hand inside my tee, I unclipped and unclasped my bra.

I walked out into the open.

The winds were conversing. Leaves were falling from the trees, and some went sailing past me.

One of them touched my naked thigh just below my mini skirt.

I looked down, the leaf still clung there. It loved me so much, the leaf.

And the touch took me to a nirvana trip.

I dipped my hand into my shoulder bag and out appeared the lip stick

and slowly, I caressed a gentle rub over my lips. They turned to soft matt brown

with the magic wand in my mind.

I was myself at last.

So I changed my name to Herself.

Now I have learnt to do whatever I want to. To wear whatever my body demands.

I choose to wear or not to wear a bra, that’s the question.

To Wear or Not to Wear a Bra, That’s the Question (a teenage girl’s trip to be herself)

I like myself the way I am. First my name. I call myself Herself. Yes. That’s my name. I threw my long dress and wore the mini skirt, and I unclipped my bra. I walked into the open. The winds were conversing. Leaves were falling from the trees, and some went past me. One of them touched my naked thigh just below my mini skirt. I looked down, the leaf still clung there. It loved me so much, the…

To Wear or Not to Wear a Bra, That’s the Question (a teenage girl’s trip to be herself)

I like myself the way I am. First my name. I call myself Herself. Yes. That’s my name. I threw my long dress and wore the mini skirt, and I unclipped my bra. I walked into the open. The winds were conversing. Leaves were falling from the trees, and some went past me. One of them touched my naked thigh just below my mini skirt. I looked down, the leaf still clung there. It loved me so much, the…

The place we resided in the late nineties was an old building with two floors above. We lived on the first floor. An old place, the walls of the house were thick with the sitting room hardly receiving much of natural light. The ground floor actually was a garage with a room for the caretaker adjacent to it. The flat above ours remained vacant throughout the year. A certain chill prevailed in the…

The place we resided in the late nineties was an old building with two floors above. We lived on the first floor. An old place, the walls of the house were thick with the sitting room hardly receiving much of natural light. The ground floor actually was a garage with a room for the caretaker adjacent to it. The flat above ours remained vacant throughout the year. A certain chill prevailed in the…

My father was a great story teller. As kids we would pester him to tell us stories, especially ghost stories. He would place his calm eyes on us children while we would look at him, like hungry puppies waiting for a careless crumb to be tossed down his path of love. And when he would clear his throat, we knew he was delving into his bag of memories. And very soon, boom, out would come uncanny…

I’ve been quite drawn to anything paranormal. Having grown up listening to my father’s stories of such activities, filled my and my siblings’ heartbeat run fast. So when I started reading children’s fiction, I liked nothing more than fairy tales. My favorite was and is always Cinderella and second in tow is Snow White. I’ve written a few paranormal stories and one of the short stories is up in…

Bruce and Rachnee…diary entry of lovers after death

  A paranormal story with brushstrokes of love and psychological thrill. E-book in Amazon. https://booksmango.com/downloads/bruce-and-rachnee-diary-entry-of-lovers-after-death/

I’m not standing here to talk about loyalty, loyalty over the other — Islam or Christianity. Hinduism or Islam. No. I’m speaking for all. I’m the voice. The mouthpiece. Yes, yours, the common man.

Coming out soon, The Indan Crow, a desi story with local flavour sprinkled in moderate measure. The protagonist believes there are only two worlds in India: The First World and The Third World. Wait for more

Uncle & Nephew in Conversation (Bengal Club, 11th Jan. ’17)

(Bengal Club) Jan.11, 2017 Ashis Nandy: Great to see another one (holding the book). What kind of poems does it feature, Mr Wordsmith! Bob D’Costa: (Smiles). Philosophical. On social issues. Subcoscious poetry. A N: (Reads) “A white dove, that’s my raped body/struggles with the sun to become black/the colour of purity.” (Kolkata Dreaming). Amazing. B D: (Smiles). A N: “A sunset is not a sunset…