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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 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.
India fixates on comedy scandals while ignoring crucial issues like marital rape. A recent court ruling exposed a legal loophole allowing a minor’s marital rape. Instead of misplaced outrage, we must demand justice, legal reform, and dignity for women. Prioritizing real crimes over trivial controversies is long overdue.
Life is a series of choices, and one of our most consequential decisions is who we choose to share it with. Whether it’s a romantic
