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........."

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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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