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 🙂

December 7, 2018 0

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 ----->

November 16, 2018 0

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... Continue Reading →

November 3, 2018 0

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.

September 28, 2018 0

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.