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From Passion To Compassion; Many Facets Of Romantic Love
True love stories are what we connect with. Here is the truth that our writer Subhra holds forth in this short piece on love and relationships.
True love stories are what we connect with. Here is the truth that our writer Subhra holds forth in this short piece on love and relationships.
The latest incident of a passenger peeing on his co-passenger has raised many questions. Writer Subhra Mukherjee delves into the layers of the incident and peels them one by one.
The Gastronomad revisits her childhood and shares her memories of her grandmother. Chitol Pithe takes us through a nostalgic journey down the memory lane.
Preethi Warrier did not let STRESS rule her life. She put up a brave front and emerged a winner. Do read to know more.
I learnt how not all Americans celebrate Christmas. I was organically and naturally ‘inoculated’ to have cultural sensitivity and to ask before assuming about someone’s faith and beliefs. My cards now simply read – Happy Holidays.
Frizzy hair is a challenge during winter. Add on to it, an improper diet or an underlying physical condition or the various styling products that we use, its bound to be a bad-hair day. This winter, tackle your bad hair days by being cautious and adopting home remedies.
In earlier times, since women got married early and often became widows at a tender age, all households had two sets of women, the widows and the married, clearly distinguished by the colour code. Saris were made from a white cloth, better known ‘thaan’ in Bengali. While the widows wore white, the married women had a red border.
Here’s raising a toast to three ‘young-old’ women who are aging like fine wine.
Still, monsoon arrives every year unfailingly with all her magic, soaking the asphalt-covered streets, the resonance of falling rain on tin sheds reminding one of the mellifluous notes of the Santoor and the urban poet is content in writing his name on the fogging glass facade of the airconditioned coffee shop.
How naive it was of me, when I dreamt of splashing waters and letting myself feel the rain, when someone, probably a few kilometres away, was struggling with an ounce of drinking water or some morsel of grains or a shelter to cover themselves!
