durga puja
NAVRATRI – The Dress Code
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
Every time I leave Kolkata, my mother’s expression reminds me of this Agamoni song: “Ebar amar Uma ele/ Ar Uma pathabo naa” (This time when Uma comes/ I am never sending her back again) !!
Last year, I participated in a fashion show in October. After that experience, I
refused to be part of any such program this year. As I was twirling on stage the anchor
said, ‘Oh! She looks absolutely normal. You can never guess by looking at her.’
I never wrote any soppy social media post about our friendship and the mugs, because unlike me, she likes maintaining a low profile on social media.
Weddings!! To me, the word signals delicious food; not to speak of the prospect of uploading my picture on social media after draping myself in
Hey, how many unfamiliar friends can you think of? Familiarize me with them and let us thank them for all that they are worth.
Here’s raising a toast to three ‘young-old’ women who are aging like fine wine.
Victims don’t complain and predators walk on the streets freely. If victims manage to gather some courage to complain, then they are silenced by the family members and the society, in order to maintain the family decorum and societal image.
And now I see the US Supreme Court where four men and a woman sentence the women in that country to a similar fate once again.
