Memories haunt the narrator, replaying the last time they met—a silent, intense moment filled with unspoken emotions. The gaze, the surprise, the rush of feelings linger like an unfulfilled promise. As one departs into infinity, the other is left in eternal longing, bound by a love never fully expressed.
A farmer hums a love song while harvesting, as nature sways to his tune. A cuckoo carries his melody home, making his beloved blush. As night falls, love fills the air—she awaits him, heart racing. Under moonlit whispers, their embrace weaves a perfect serenade of passion and longing.
A Little Confession I have been meaning to share this since quite some time now, and I’m really not sure how this would be accepted,
A mother struggles to accept her daughter Ruhana, born with Down Syndrome after years of IVF. Over time, love replaces grief as Ruhana flourishes into a kind, talented baker. When she finds love with Juvan, another specially-abled individual, her parents finally realize—she was never a letdown but life’s greatest gift.
Shyama, trapped in a loveless marriage, finds passion and respect in Ashok. Defying societal norms, she divorces Mohan despite family outrage. Now, in a modest home with Ashok, she embraces her choices—both struggles and joys—without regret. As they sip tea, she stands firm: her life, her responsibility, her happiness.
In Aftertaste of a Half-Lived Life, Barnali Roy explores the beauty of imperfection through nine poignant short stories. Love, loss, resilience, and rediscovery intertwine as characters grapple with fractured relationships, societal judgments, and personal liberation. The book captures the essence of embracing life’s incompleteness—finding wholeness in halves, strength in vulnerability, and love in unexpected places.
Stella cherishes the timeless love she shares with him—stolen kisses, evening strolls, secret moments, and unspoken promises. Though he isn’t beside her now, his love remains her home. On Valentine’s Day, she whispers her devotion, knowing their bond is unbreakable, eternal, and written in the depths of their hearts.
A nostalgic road trip to Kolkata rekindled my love for the city’s soulful charm, rich heritage, and irresistible flavors. From Park Street’s Christmas lights to savoring iconic delicacies, every moment was a celebration. Visiting childhood haunts, temples, and Victoria Memorial reaffirmed—Kolkata isn’t just a place, it’s an emotion.
The movie Mrs critiques the quiet oppression in Indian marriages, where love is overshadowed by domestic servitude. Through Richa’s journey, it exposes gender roles, casual sexism, and the struggle for self-worth. A powerful reminder that real love empowers, not entraps—urging women to reclaim their identity beyond the kitchen and bedroom.
The decline of Indian comedy didn’t happen overnight. From Kapil Sharma’s banal humor to YouTubers relying on crude language, the landscape has shifted. While some comedians uphold wit and originality, the obsession with offensive jokes is troubling. Audiences must demand classier humor instead of fueling the rise of mediocrity.
