
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) !!
Next time when you start humming a song, be observant if they tick any of the points listed above. If they do, I am not asking you to change the song, just think would you like to be the subject of the song though.
She forgets all of this and laughs like a young girl, small and satisfied with being alive.
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
She would carelessly apply a little more of her favourite shade, and pressing her lips together firmly, confidently get back to her seat at the table
As Titi stretched her hand to reach the stacked tea trays the shawl slipped from her shoulder exposing her back and arms – bare, save the straps of her nightdress, the one Sohini had assured her would not look daring in the confines of the bedroom.
That struck hard on Laalima. She couldn’t decipher her state of mind. The confusion between real-life setbacks and something which is waiting to happen.
Is the sanctity of holy matrimony still more important than the consent of women in India? It all sounds terribly like dark comedy. I mean what sort of a marriage is this, where a grown man doesn’t even know/understand something as basic as consent, right? Well, many marriages work this way. But that’s a story for another day.
Aakash met Maria during his college days. Serendipity. And with time they came close and became best friends. Love was in the air but something happened and they chose to separate their ways. But they met again like never before. Read the second and conclusive part of this beautiful love story.
The sound of thunder roared along with the tumultuous waves and the lightning flashed, reflecting the violent surge, ready to devour.
“A journey to find yourself!” She smiled adding ” Without me, my Valentine”