When night falls, grief is not the only visitor. Some whispers call from shadows, some footsteps follow unseen. This tale unravels what happens when sorrow draws darkness closer. This is the first tale under our sub-column, Supernatural Saga
The boldest statement of this saree is the fiery laal paar – the red satin border running along the deep green body like a river of strength and passion. It’s smooth to the touch, contrasting beautifully with the matte texture of the body. The sharp red-and-black stripes echo the traditional laal-paar shaada shari, reminding one of pujo mornings in Bengal, while carrying the quiet pride of Assamese looms.
his is a sharp, unflinching reflection on the hidden harm in “just a joke” culture—calling out complicity, silence, and the cost women bear for speaking up against everyday misogyny.
Seventy-eight years after independence, women in India have broken barriers but still face invisible constraints. Drawing from Pride and Prejudice and Ghore Baire, true freedom lies in self-respect, clarity, and choice—free from societal expectations or self-imposed limits—where women need not choose between being complete and being free.
A journey through history, myth, and culture reveals honey as far more than sweetness—this golden gift embodies healing, divinity, tradition, and the timeless bond between nature, humanity, and the humble bee.
From a bold Femina cover to timeless symbolism of the warrior goddess, this reflection explores how evolving portrayals of women mirror the ongoing fight for true freedom, equity, and self-definition.
Long before 1947, a forgotten chapter of Bengal’s history saw defiance, courage, and self-rule-an extraordinary tale of autonomy that remains absent from most textbooks but deserves to be remembered.
This article is a reflection of the author’s thoughts on how the definition of freedom is not restricted to a particular realm; it varies from individual to individual and is based on various circumstances.
Is there anything the author cannot do? Unfortunately, yes. Procuring a driving license. Much to her disappointment, she realises that occupying the driver’s seat is simply not her cup of tea. Armed with self-deprecating humour, she traces her failures in two different cities, no less. Now, that’s called consistency. Right?
In Indian homes, domestic help wields quiet power — sashaying in late, staging surprise leaves, and dictating our daily rhythm. We pretend to be the boss, but it’s a twisted power dance of chaos, dependence, and small victories. Amid dust and drama, we juggle tantrums, budgets, and gratitude — barely holding on.
