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Sucheta Potnis

I am in my forties, live in Goa, India and am seriously contemplating retirement.

Been writing all my life, one way or the other but never daring to go anywhere near a publisher. Do write a weekly column on Goa called Goa Diary for the Asian Age and occasional articles on a variety of things in some magazines.

Being introduced to chowk has been an real experience. This is the first place any of my fiction has been aired and I am astounded at the response. I have also met some really wonderful people here and look forward to lots of lively interaction.

Suchetapotnis@yahoo.com


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Articles by Sucheta Potnis

Monsoon arrives

Sucheta Potnis Jul 8, 2004 interacts: 28 Views: 6008

I suppose had I been anyone other than the beloved daughter of Babliseth, my husband would have left me long back. After all, there has to be someone to enjoy the enormous Caculo wealth. Under the beady eyes of my father though he had no hope of marrying

The Widow of Sudin Bannerjee

Sucheta Potnis May 10, 2004 interacts: 11 Views: 5656

On an impulse, she decides to start clearing up her wardrobe. That should keep her busy the whole day. But before she would open the wardrobe doors, she sees the large suitcase standing in front of it. Sudin’s things from the office.

Baby’s Room

Sucheta Potnis Apr 15, 2004 interacts: 24 Views: 8054

She got up then, and laughed out aloud, her laughter drowning out the baby’s cries. As the baby heard the alien sound of laughter from his mother’s familiar voice, his cries dwindled to a whimper.

Bus

Sucheta Potnis Mar 30, 2004 interacts: 45 Views: 10369

What is it, she wondered, her eyes still closed. ’Feels like an elbow’ - the answer came up in her mind. ’Maybe the owner of the elbow doesn’t know it is there’, she thought.


Sucheta  Potnis

Sucheta Potnis

  • Articles on Chowk: 4
  • First article: Mar 30, 2004
  • Latest article: Jul 8, 2004
  • Times read on Chowk: 30087

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