Weaving prized moments, from life’s treasure chest, together
Life is the one time gift we forget to honor and we forget to feel lucky to have received it. A gift that demands celebration of joy and sorrow. Celebration of getting the opportunity to feel a variety of emotions in multiple situations. This poetry says it all . Thank you Sneha Raj for making the lovely illustration.
Sohini's Kitchen - Discovering my passion. #Reflections #SohinisKitchen April 01,2020 - I started my YouTube channel. To begin with let me share this , Dipanwita , Usha and most of my friends and family always suggested that I should start a YouTube channel and make recipe videos but I lacked confidence and was still in... Continue Reading →
This story is about Adam and his struggle with his own mind, until, he meets a man at the pharmacy... A weird man, dressed like a wizard who pushes a bottle of pills in his hands while there was a power-cut , before mysteriously disappearing in the darkness .
The pills started changing his life and formed a connection between him and the man. But, soon things start getting better or worse ? Read the story to know further.
Sometimes it is hard to understand and sort the complexities in life. Mind plays a major role when it comes to living healthily and happily with all your blessings, or with the luck that you might feel not quite blessed with. But what if some magic happens? Or is there something called magic for real ? Is it the mind playing games with him or his own world of situations that's making him crazier by the day? Read on to feel this boy, Adam and his mum, with whom you might be able to relate or they might feel like next door people to you. Life is real, but, sometimes too many problems set you on a run to a completely different world !
This is a free verse poetry from a mother to her child . A promise that is always there unsaid.
A trip to remember. A one day trip in quest of the Aurora Borealis to Munising , Michigan - a city on the upper peninsula of Michigan. A wonderful experience with friends and family . Though we missed the northern lights, the trip was no less than a rare occurrence of joy and satisfaction.
Sometimes it is hard to understand and sort the complexities in life. Mind plays a major role when it comes to living healthily and happily with all your blessings, or with the luck that you might feel not quite blessed with. But what if some magic happens? Or is there something called magic for real ? Is it the mind playing games with him or his own world of situations that's making him crazier by the day? Read on to feel this boy, Adam and his mum, with whom you might be able to relate or they might feel like next door people to you. Life is real, but, sometimes too many problems set you on a run to a completely different world !
Is it magic??? Or your mind ??? Beware !!!
An accident or an imagination ? A fantasy or a reality ? When Adam struggles to release himself from the clutches of his biggest fear - his nightmares, something happens ... and that 'something' could be something sinister or you might call it a blessing.....
An accident or an imagination ? A fantasy or a reality ? When Adam struggles to release himself from the clutches of his biggest fear - his nightmares, something happens ... and that 'something' could be something sinister or you might call it a blessing.....
An accident or an imagination ? A fantasy or a reality ? When Adam struggles to release himself from the clutches of his biggest fear - his nightmares, something happens ... and that 'something' could be something sinister or you might call it a blessing.....
So, how about a delectable bite of some mouth-watering kebabs ? Or a taste of the perfect blend of spices in a mughlai style meat curry ? Or a bite of soft and crunchy freshly made butter naans ? And hold on... not just these , but, a lot of other delicacies are on the... Continue Reading →
Hello readers, Shackled has been a wonderful experience for me. An emotional and adventurous ride through times engraved in history . It portrayed the lives of Durga and her grandmother, Neera. Their love for each other stay strong even at times when the body could bear no more and the mind was overwhelmed with unthinkable... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 13- FREEDOM . "Thud!" At the noise, Durga looked up and saw the old woman struggling with a mirror on the wall. She rose to her feet and thought of asking her about why she was trying to move it, but, suddenly, two lines just came to her mind..... "Jakhan roshmi porilo dorpone, Aadhar... Continue Reading →
বন্ধু মানে মনের কথা আদান প্রদান করা। বন্ধু হল জীবনে এক চমক, গোপন করা । বন্ধু যেন মরুভূমিতে এক আশার জলাসয়। গ্রীষ্মের তীব্র রোদের তেজে এক শীতল আশ্রয়। খরার সময় বন্ধু যেন এক পশলা বৃষ্টি, এক অদ্ভুত সম্পর্ক, যার হয় মনের টানে সৃষ্টি । সুখের সময় বন্ধু যে হয় আহ্লাদে আটখানা । দুঃখের সময় সেই... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 12 - THE TRUTH, Durga sat with her mami's head resting on her lap, while Shailja was still unconscious. She was so aghast at the series of incidents that took place one after another that, she could not utter a word. Her lips trembled and sweat dripped from her forehead. Just moments ago, she... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 11- THE PENDANT. Durga looked around baffled. She turned back and asked her mami, "Eita kothaye elam amra? Tumi thhik jaano toh, eitai shei jaiga ?"* Her mami nodded and said, "Haan, etai. Tor mama amake anek baar dekhiyechhe eyi baarita."* Both of them gazed at the courtyard through the wide entrance. The huge... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 10 - KABIR. East Bengal, 1946 —- "Aar ekta Goli ... maar Kabir.. maar, "*screamed Javed, clapping his hands in excitement. It was a hot summer afternoon, and a group of boys have gathered under a tree to play a game of marbles, popularly known as Goli . They watched Kabir play. As usual, he... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 9 - THE RIDDLE. A large procession moved on the streets gradually. Trucks loaded with idols of Maa Durga and her children, followed the procession. There were colors in the air. Men had their faces smeared with pink, green and purple. They were directing the group safely towards the Ganges, trying to maintain order... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 8 - TOO MANY SECRETS Neera struggled to keep her eyes open. She was tired , hungry and sick . There was water all over her face. She could hear two people, screaming and she knew who they were. But, there was hardly any strength left in her to understand their conversation. The words... Continue Reading →
Moments carry experiences. Experiences make 'A LIFE'. Every moment has something to tell, has something in store for us, to feel. Even when unpleasant situations arise, we get some food for thought and learn. The book of life is in itself, a teacher that enlightens us with real life truths which no other books can... Continue Reading →
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So it's time. The wait is almost over. The fight for survival, finding the answers to the secret of the green box involved a topsy turvy ride throughout . Finally a scarred past meets the present . History revisited, lives lost, the journey from traveling to a free land to again being confined in a shell. Read on to experience the thrill...
আধাঁর রাতের চন্দ্রতারা, প্রকৃতির বাতি বলা যায়। মা তুমিও ঠিক তাদের মত করলে আমার জীবন আলোময় । মেঘে ঢাকা আকাশের কোলে, ছিল আমার শান্তি লুকিয়ে । তুমি আসলে জীবনে, হয়ে নতুন আশার আলো, দিলে আমার সকল স্বস্তি ফিরিয়ে। বহু বছর আগে ভাগ্য নদীতে হারিয়ে গেল আমার মা । স্বপ্নের মত সত্যি হল যেন তোমার... Continue Reading →
As the clock goes ticking, new experiences line our way.... So adding on to my casket of realizations while going through the pages of my book of life....Presenting to you MY QUOTES ON LIFE PART- II, my realizations in my own words.... Negative criticism works more towards improving your abilities rather than appreciations. These appreciations... Continue Reading →
Nowadays time to sit and read is a struggle for all . Hence my idea of keeping you entertained through my works--- a new way of expression, new kinds of thoughts... So here you will find the audio version of my works. Happy listening 🙂
CHAPTER 6 - THE REVELATION A man walked in . Durga gaped at him in utter shock. How did he find her whereabouts? He instructed a few men who followed him into the room, to take Kanaimama away from there. The men grabbed Kanai by his feet and dragged him towards the exit, leaving a... Continue Reading →
Another one from my school days--- Struggles are not something we want , but, it's importance , at the same time, can't be ignored. It helps us discover ourselves further, the hidden side of us, which we still have to fathom . Any living being acts best under pressure and this brings forth our strength and wits. Without struggle, the words—-success and victory- will have no meaning at all. So here’s a little poetry on it...
CHAPTER 5 - THE FLASHBACK Neera turned around to see the box that was resting on the table beside the door. It was a pretty green metallic box with flowers painted on it. The shiny green color was too attractive. She served cha* to her father, Rahman chacha and Kabir bhai*, Rahman chacha's son. But,... Continue Reading →
Wrote this poetry, when I was in class XI. Shared it on my blog , after I started A weaver at work . It showcases most beautifully the worth of time that we fail to acknowledge when we do have time in hand. Go ahead and give it a read...
QUOTES BY ME - AS I LEARN AND GROW EVERYDAY , MY MIND AGES TOO, WITH THE SUBTLE TOUCH OF EXPERIENCE . THERE'S NO END TO KNOWLEDGE... These quotes are realizations gathered in one or two lines as time takes me on a ride with it ...SO PRESENTING TO YOU MY REALIZATIONS ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 4- THE BETRAYAL Durga's eyes welled up with tears as she stared at the man with curly grey and white hair, chubby cheeks, clad in a simple white kurta pajama. He stood there, holding two jute bags filled with groceries, smiling like a baby . Durga could no longer hold herself back and rushed... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 3-IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE Durga blinked...once....twice... thrice. A teardrop rolled down her cheek. She was breathing heavily. Slowly turning her head, she looked up. Straining her eyes hard, the girl tried to perceive what she was facing. It was just a white washed ceiling. So, she was in a room. Durga moved her... Continue Reading →
চিরতরের জন্যে কোথায় গেলে মাগো ? জগত ছেড়ে? হয়ে গেলে এক শুকতারা তুমি অন্তরীক্ষের কোলে। মনে করি সদাই তোমায় - মাকে কখনো যায় কি ভোলা? মার প্রয়োজন মেটে নাকো , স্মৃতি করে অনুভব সবসময়-তার কোমল হাতের ছোওয়া।
আমাদের বিবাহবার্ষিকীতে ... কবিতাটির আবৃত্তি—- জীবনযুদ্ধে নামিলাম একসাথে, চোখে লহিয়া বহু স্বপ্ন। কত আশাপূরণের, কত ভালোবাসার স্মৃতি, হৃদয়ে করিয়া রাখিলাম যত্ন। ষষ্ঠ বৎসর করিয়া সমাপন, একটি নূতন অধ্যায় হইল শুরু। সপ্তম বৎসরটি করুক আলোকিত মন সকল অভিজ্ঞতা হইয়া উঠুক পথে চলিবার সঙ্গী- সদগুরু। তোমার হাতে রাখিয়া হাত অন্তিম দিন অব্ধি দিয়া সাথ, চলিতে থাকিব হয়ে... Continue Reading →
The story of Durga and her green mystery box. The plot is based in Kolkata and Bangladesh . Life sometimes brings unexpected twists and one such twist, as strange as it could be, can completely change one's life, dreams and everything surrounding that one person. Something similar happens to the protagonist. This story takes you on a stride with Durga, across two different cultures . Filled with drama and mystery ... Shackled unfolds a story with rare events - some real and some imaginary ......
The story of Durga and her green mystery box. It's based in Kolkata and Bangladesh . A plot that took me through the lanes of my city, Kolkata and also helped me explore the memories of different stories I heard from my Grandma and other elders about their days in East Bengal, the partition period and more. The green box idea in this plot was from my dear husband. One fine day he suddenly gave me this concept after hearing the title of a topic I was intending to write on , in a story-writing competition. I decided to incorporate his idea as the main spark in my story. Hope you all love reading it 🙂
So this is my first Hindi poetry for my best friend on her birthday ."Tere janamdin par" is a short poem that just occurred to me when I was busy revisiting the old memories we created together...
"Tu mili mujhe aise........."
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So, returning to 'A weaver at work' after almost a month now. That too, from the most awaited break of the year, which we Bengalis enjoy so much. Yes, didn't publish any of my writings in between, though haven't really been taking a break from it all this while. But, this time of the year... Continue Reading →
How can someone be so nice, so forgiving? He didn't ask for once.... why did she go away, abandoning him in the middle of the street, when, he needed her help the most ? He was severely injured, profusely bleeding. Chance of survival ? There was no surety about that. His only hope was 'she', when she left him. Then, why did he not stone her with accusations and words that would break her from within? Why did he show no signs of vengeance in him? Why was she not punished ? Why did he not tell the police about her? Too many questions. And these questions exerted massive pressure on her brain, as much as would make her brain explode.
The door opened. The silence in the room was torn apart by the sound of a pair of shiny black oxfords, that drew nearer and nearer. Mr. Ross stood up and said, "Hello Mr. Miller". Amanda turned back to check who entered the room. She looked at Mr. Miller.
Suddenly, she felt numbness all over her body. It felt like time froze in that moment. She could sense no sound around her. She was shocked. Her face started losing its color.
The rear door opened and a pair of shiny blue heels stepped out of the car . A lovely lady leant forward, resting her hands on the door, and she slowly rose to her feet, moving her eyes upwards across the structure of the skyscraper. She turned back and hurriedly clunked the door of the car shut and faced the building again. Then, she slowly opened her shades , beneath which, was hidden a pair of dreamy blue eyes, with a blue shimmer eye shadow blended on the eye lids.
She could still see herself lying down on the floor of the cafeteria, her hands trembling, mouth dry, feet cold, just like when she woke up from sleep. She tried to pull herself up, pressing the floor with her arms. Then there was this somebody who suddenly punched.....
Amanda scratched her head hard Nothing made sense. She turned to check if someone else was there behind her, may be her 'mirror image' was looking at that other person, and not her. She looked behind. And she couldn't believe what she was actually seeing. She rubbed her eyes, blinked several times and checked again and again.
One day, one meeting, one memory, several revelations, strange twists - continue reading to feel the thrill.....
A day in the life of a freelance copywriter, one meeting and an eye contact with a stranger....Was he really a stranger? Will one memory change the protagonist's life forever ? Read further to know...
CHAPTER 2 - The Meeting The pitter-patter of the rain on the glass windows felt so soothing - like music to the ears. While gazing at the shiny water droplets on the glass , Amanda called out to the server and ordered a soda. She peeked at her watch to see the time. It’s almost... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 1-The Beginning Amanda sat beside the window, reading her favorite novel . Bright red curtains fell gracefully along the window jambs, swaying lightly as the zephyr blew into the room . The cool breeze brushed against her face , bringing down locks of hair, that she neatly clipped on her head. She smiled as... Continue Reading →
PART III : THE CONCLUSION Yes, it’s almost 12 years now, Dr. Aloke lives with Alzheimer’s disease , as diagnosed , weeks after that incident ,when he went missing. Maya and Saanjh, were too young to understand, and things were happening so fast, that, for both the children and adults, it was hard to... Continue Reading →
PART II : THE MYSTERY UNFOLDS It’s a summer evening in Kolkata, almost 8:30 PM now. The temperature has dropped a few degrees, but, humidity is still very high . A pleasant breeze swept away the dust on the streets, besides, giving little comfort from the humidity. Maya left from work at around 7:00. She... Continue Reading →
PART I : THE BEGINNING As the day closed to an end , Maya gazed at the clear blue sky blankly . Her job ensured that her days were busy, and that hardly gave her any time to think beyond her duties. School days were fun. But again, now she can't even remember how many times... Continue Reading →
A Weaver at work 