THE PILL

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.....

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বন্ধু

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…

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My Quotes on life III

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…

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মাতৃদিবসে তোমার জন্যে একটি ছোট্ট উপহার …

  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…

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MY QUOTES ON LIFE II

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…

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The Struggles to Victory…..

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...

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Sands of time …

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...

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মা’র স্মরণে ….

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।

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আমাদের বিবাহবার্ষিকী তে …

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…

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Shackled – (The mystery of the green box)—–Chapter 2.

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 ......

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Shackled – (The mystery of the green box)- Chapter 1.

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 :)

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Tere Janamdin par…..

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........."

CONTINUE READING ----->

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Maa Durga’s homecoming ….

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…

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When Strange is welcome…(Chapter 7)-PART III

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.

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When ‘Strange’ is welcome… (Chapter 7) -PART II

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.

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When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 7)- Part I.

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.

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Maya – an illusion…..

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…

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