Bengali
Beyond The Surface: When The Liberal Bengali Woman Becomes A Trope
While watching Aap Jaisa Koi, I noticed something that felt both familiar and oddly hollow: the portrayal of the liberal Bengali woman. You know the
While watching Aap Jaisa Koi, I noticed something that felt both familiar and oddly hollow: the portrayal of the liberal Bengali woman. You know the
“Stranded on Our Home Island” recounts a powerful true story of survival during the 2019 Patna floods, where rising waters turned familiar streets into rivers and homes into isolated islands
This poignant reflection captures the ache of fading love—how emotional distance, unspoken pain, and shifting connections can cloud even the deepest bonds. Through quiet heartbreak and lingering hope, it explores the complexity of loving someone who expresses affection not in words, but in quiet gestures that still speak volumes.
More than a season, rain in Bengal is a soulful journey—through music, memory, food, and cinema. This piece captures the romance, nostalgia, and cultural depth of Bengali monsoons.
This deeply personal reflection challenges a familiar cliché about ageing, offering honest insights into growing older, with humour, realism, and wisdom that go beyond cosmetic concerns and motivational catchphrases.
Barring the months of December and January, Calcutta was rather warm, especially in April and May. Now, of course, the weather is quite confounding, having
Caught in a storm during their first drive together, Reema and Rohit find themselves stranded in a flooded street. Just as fear overwhelms Reema, three mysterious men appear, push their car to safety, and vanish without a trace. Reema believes it was divine intervention—proof that sincere prayers are always heard.
A daughter reflects on the profound life lessons inherited from her father—Baba—whose quiet strength, romantic heart, and unwavering forgiveness shaped her deeply. Through smiles, silence, gratitude, and resilience, he taught her to stay afloat in life. Though difficult to emulate fully, his legacy continues to guide and inspire her.
On a rainy morning, a planned trek to the Leopard Trail near Gurgaon transforms into a serene nature adventure. Though leopard sightings are rare, the rain-washed Aravallis, blooming lotuses, chirping birds, and cozy cafes offer a refreshing escape. A peaceful trek, scenic beauty, and soulful breakfast make it unforgettable.
A tender ode to love, memories, and Sunday rituals—where red threads tie together roses, vermilion, and Kochi pathar mangsho. As her husband retires, a simple lunch becomes symbolic. The red bag returns, now filled with memories, not office files. Nothing changes—except her wish for this Sunday to last forever.
