Remembering Jugal Mody
We first met Jugal twenty years ago at a poetry reading in Chennai. He had a big smile and an easy ability to talk with everyone. Every now and then as we took our publishing baby steps, he would send us an email with words of encouragement.
Two years ago, when he wrote to us to say hi, we told him we were working on an anthology of weird/horror tales. He sent us "Ice Cream Boy", his novelette about young people navigating life in a strange snowed-in future Delhi, and their titular friend with a body made of frozen dessert. We loved it, and are proud to have published it in Bandigoat.
A few months ago Jugal was in Chennai. We sat around a table and made art zines (his was fantastic). Then he came home and we talked about books, horror, food, and future plans for monster-drawing workshops.
What we will remember most about Jugal is his enthusiasm and genuine generosity when it came to cheering for creators and their work. Our heart goes out to his family and friends. Rest in Peace dear Jugal.
Click here for one of Jugal's reels that has made us laugh and warmed our hearts. You can also check out his novels Toke and Turds of Gold.