Shreya is also the author of award-winning ‘Memoirs of My Body’ (HarperCollins, 2017), short story collection ‘Strange’ (HarperCollins, 2019), and travelogue ‘Handle With Care’ (HarperCollins, 2022).
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Image: by Olivia Rose Barns at 200-year old Bromley House Library, for Nottingham Trent University and Nottingham UNESCO City of Literature
About elections — Indian, British and American — the climate crisis, and embracing change, this article has appeared in more than one widely circulated newspaper (as with all of Shreya’s monthly columns), and has been received with much praise, please click here to read it in full
Please click here to read the first of her two articles for Nottingham UNESCO City of Literature on her series of 19 creative, entertaining, multidisciplinary workshops for British secondary schools in the last six months.
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Image: The author’s back, after all, this piece is about BACKstabbing
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Shreya’s last newspaper column of 2023, published on its last day, offers a (light-hearted) method of dealing with the misery of the year just gone! Please click here to read it in full.
Featuring Rahul Dravid, Kapil Dev, Sachin Tendulkar, toilet bowls and marathon men, the article captures (as the newspapers have put it) the ‘highs and hilarities of cricket’. Read here
(Image: At Trent Bridge with kids, taken by Stephen Handley)
Featuring in Scroll’s popular books section, Shreya’s article on Joseph Conrad and Krakow is also an Editor’s Pick (“The best of Scroll”). Please click here to read.
“Especially loved the section you read on Sting. Your self effacing sense of humour couched in good writing always touches me!” said one viewer.
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‘Banquets and Brickbats for Crumbling Kolkata’ is this month’s column for The Asian Age and Deccan Chronicle.
“…f I crane a little from our back-bedroom window, it’s still possible to spy swaying fronds of palm and coconut trees. The sun too seems to slant into this room the way it did in our childhood, illuminating its new walls of calming azure. In the quiet of the afternoon, the tap-tap-tap of a kingfisher or ledge-loping monkey can sometimes still be heard. Even the hubbub of the local bazaar is a pleasantly muted rhythm when filtering in from afar…”
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Shreya Sen-Handley 