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 🙂
A weaver at work…
Weaving prized moments, from life’s treasure chest, together
Shackled – (The mystery of the green box)—- Chapter 6.
CHAPTER 6 – THE REVELATION The door flung open. 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 […]
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…
Shackled – (The mystery of the green box)—- Chapter 5.
CHAPTER 5 – THE FLASHBACK Neera turned back 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 […]
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…
MY QUOTES ON LIFE……………..
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 […]
Shackled – (The mystery of the green box)—- Chapter 4.
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 […]
Shackled – (The mystery of the green box)—- Chapter 3.
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 […]
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।
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 […]
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 ……
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 made me revisit the lanes of my city, Kolkata and also explore the memories of different stories I heard from my Grandma and other elders about Bangladesh. 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 🙂
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………”
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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 […]
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.
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.
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.
When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 6)
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…..
When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 5)
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.
When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 4)
One day, one meeting, one memory, several revelations, strange twists – continue reading to feel the thrill…..
When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 3)
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…
When ‘Strange’ is welcome… (Chapter 2)
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 […]
When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 1)
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 […]
Maya-an illusion….. (The conclusion)
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 […]
Maya – an illusion ….. PART II
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 […]
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 […]
