
Homecoming – What Durga Puja Means To Bengalis !
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) !!

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) !!

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.

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I am in love because I chose to gently lower my guard and be beautifully vulnerable with this wonderful man with whom every moment shared is worth my while. I have no regrets whatsoever.

In Sheel’s case, the guilt is heightened because the daughter had a speech disability, and there seems to have been a disconnect between mother-daughter despite the mother trying hard to be protective and perceptive. We get to know this as the series progresses, and we learn that the daughter, Supriya, had confided about her relationship with the father and not her Mai.

Emotions are always best felt in one way. To each her own. Let’s respect that and expand our repertoire to create a more tolerant and conducive space where appreciation precedes judgment and love conquers limitations

‘These are all the kids that have the same sperm donor father. So, technically they are all half-siblings.’ she excitedly reported.

Is Mother’s Day still happy for her? Will those articles and stories on the greatness of mothers make her proud of herself? Will she be able to accept herself wholeheartedly for taking this decision? Will she not doubt her own intentions and abilities as a mother?

All women I knew had domestic help, but none of that for me. And I didn’t speak up, because I was raised to believe that good wives don’t complain, don’t rebel, don’t disobey. Tell me, have I ever nurtured such thoughts in you?



