The Crickets’ Concert
Twisting, turning on my bed I stay wide awake restless until the night concert begins – crickets chirping repeating cric-cric-cric… a part of me heals. (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)
The Breeze of Bhimpalashi
The gentle breeze is humming a song unknown like an echo coming from beyond; I move my fingers in the air trying to produce the seven notes of music; The twilight sky sings to me Bhimpalashi – A raga I learned in childhood, Reminding me of the truth awaiting to unfold, with the golden hour…
An Aromatic Affair
I have an aromatic affair. Love Enters my nostrils, Becomes my breath; In its embrace, I sing my lover’s name. (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)
‘EarthSong’ – My theme for A to Z Blogging Challenge 2026
Sometimes through the fine drizzle of rain, sometimes through the whisper of the forest, sometimes through the quiet roars of the sea waves – the earth has its own song, always. Sometimes in the night concert of crickets, sometimes in the golden hour of dawn, sometimes in the silence of the fallen foliage – the…
Book Review of A Tale of Two Kitchens: Mothers, Meals, and Memories
Through the book ‘A Tale of Two Kitchens’, Lata Gwalani invites readers on a culinary journey that celebrates flavours, stories, and cultural exchanges.
Book Review of The Music Makers by Rohini Paranjpe Sathe
Padma Bhushan Pandit Sadashiv Buwa Shrotri, a renowned Hindustani classical vocalist, is fighting against the rising challenges to save his esoteric art of music, defying the odds against age, doubt, and uncertainty. As tradition fades at the margins, his fading hope rests on Kartik, his wife’s nephew, who secretly pursues classical music against his father’s…
A Letter to the Little Curious Reader in Me
A letter to the little reader in me, from the lost library. It’s the echo of the whispers coming from the world of books. Read the letter to know the bookish revelations.
Book Review of A Feast for Ganesha by Supriya Bansal
The book, ‘A Feast for Ganesha’ by Supriya Bansal, tells a heart-warming story of a little girl named Tara and her innocence, through her mission to feed her beloved Bappa a grand feast on Ganesh Chaturthi.
Book Review of From Doubt to Dharma: Finding Stillness and Strength through the Teachings of the Ramayana, Mahabharata, and Upanishads
In a world chasing outer success, ‘From Doubt to Dharma’ by author Puneet Sharma invites a quiet return inward. Rooted in the wisdom of the Ramayana, Mahabharata, Upanishads, and lived experience, the book offers inner clarity rather than quick fixes. Each chapter explores emotional patterns, shares simple reflective practices, and poses gentle questions that deepen…
When Life Tells You to Pause, Breathe, and Remember Why You Started
Achievements, success, rejection, acceptance, new city, new identity, new purpose, and a transition – everything I lived with this year. Here is my showreel 2025.
বইবিমুখ বাঙালিকে বইয়ের জগতে ফেরাতে এবং বাংলা সাহিত্যের প্রতি নতুনভাবে ভালোবাসা তৈরী করতে একদল তরুণ তুর্কির উদ্যোগে গঠিত ‘পাঠকের দপ্তর’ পূর্ণ করলো এক বছর
বাংলা বইয়ের সাথে আমার যোগ এককালে ছিল অক্ষুন্ন | বাড়িতে ছিল লাইব্রেরী, শহরের সবচেয়ে বড় বাজারে ছিল আমাদের পারিবারিক বইয়ের দোকান, যেখানে অধকাংশ বইই ছিল বাংলা বই | পৈতৃক ব্যবসা বইয়ের ছিল বলে ছোটবেলা থেকেই বাড়িতে বইয়ের সম্ভার দেখে এসেছি | বছরের সবচেয়ে ব্যস্ততম সময় ছিল ‘সিজন’ এর সময় যখন ছাত্রছাত্রীরা এক শ্রেণী থেকে উচ্চতর…
Proudly Announcing ‘Katha: One Hundred Tales of Life’ – My Fourth Book, which is also My First Work of Fiction
An announcement post of my fourth solo book and first work of fiction, Katha: One Hundred Tales of Life. It is a compilation of one hundred micro-fictions and flash fictions, handpicked from the stories I have written so far. Read more to know about my book.
Roses for Her
Nazrulgeeti became an integral part of my quest through music. Gradually, I became inclined towards learning more of these songs, and listening to them was pure bliss for me. In this piece, I have talked about my childhood memories with Nazrulgeeti.
The Woman in Me
What does it essentially mean to be a woman? In this piece, I have tried to have a candid conversation with myself and tried to seek the answers about the woman in me.
The Hide and Seek Play of the Moon
The seeker is talking about the moon that keeps playing hide and seek with her in her heart. Here, the moon symbolizes the spiritual significance of the moon becoming an anchor in the divine play of illusion of the eternal truth.
The Sun that Never Sets
The seeker is talking about her quest for the Sun that is ever-blazing in the heart.
When Imagination Disappears into Oblivion – My Dadu’s Poem
He often wrote about the importance of poetry in an ordinary man’s life who is burdened with the responsibility of running a household with his wife and raising their five children. He tried hard to keep the poet in him alive, but the promise to his family couldn’t make him write his heart out. He…
The Magic
In every moment you breathe, In every step you take toward your dreams Magic happens to you in every blink to make you realize that You carry the magic within. Whenever you gather the courage to reclaim your path with all that you have unlearned and relearned Whenever you start to rewrite your story with…
Those Unanswered Prayers
When I was young, I made prayers to the shooting star. I had a hope in my heart that someday, somewhere, my wishes would be fulfilled, my prayers would reach the universe, and all my dreams would become true. But somehow, amidst the chaos of the world, some prayers might fail to reach the universe,…
The Mystery
Life is a mystery, they say. How could one solve this mystery? I ask. Since I entered my nineteenth year, life has been very kind to show me its countless mysteries. Sometimes I fell to the ground from the pinnacle of success, sometimes I became a timid girl in college from that courageous leader of…
Where Do I Belong
Where do I belong? I often ask myself. In my childhood days, I was so happy to be protected by the elders of the house, and that little girl was happy thinking that she belonged to a family where everyone was concerned about her. Then, one day, she grew up. And at a point, she…
বন্ধু চল – পর্ব এক
জীবন রূপকথা নয় | জানি তো, জীবন তো জীবনই , সে তো রূপকথা হতে পারে না কখনোই | জীবন যদি রূপকথা হয়ে যেত তাহলে তো সব ল্যাটা চুকেই যেত | কিন্তু জীবনের একটা সময় সত্যি রূপকথা মনে হয় | সেই যে, যখন আমাদের চালচুলোর কোনো ঠিক থাকে না, ভবিষ্যতের কোনো চিন্তা থাকে না, জীবনে থাকে…
শিবের শ্রাবণরূপ
শ্রাবণের আঁধার ঘনায়েছে ওই মহাকালের ডমরু বাজিতেছে ওই চতুর্দিক বিদীর্ণ করি, বজ্রসম কম্পিছে এহেন মূর্তি ধরি, দেবাদিদেব নাচিতেছে | জলদগম্ভীর অনুরণন, যেন তার মনের প্রতিফলন; জটাজুটো খুলে, কেশ আকাশে মিলায়ে, হেনরূপে দিগম্বর কৈলাশে এলায় | রুদ্রাণীরে খুঁজিতে, ভিক্ষাপাত্র লয়ে ধরণীর দ্বারে রুদ্রদেব আসিয়া দাঁড়ায় | ছিন্নে রুদ্রাক্ষ, ত্যাজি বাঘছাল, মেঘরূপ ধারণ করেন মহাকাল; রুদ্রবীণায় উঠিতেছে…
ধ্যান
আজ লিখতে বসার আগে বেশ কিছুক্ষন চুপ করে ছিলাম | অনেক কিছুই ভাবছিলাম | মনের ভিতর যেন একটা ঝড় উঠেছিল, কিন্তু সেই ঝড়ের আভাস পেলেও নাগাল পাচ্ছিলাম না | এই অবস্থায় তো শুধু ভাবাই যায়, লেখা যায়না | অগত্যা, আমিও সেই পন্থাই নিলাম | বসে বসে একমনে অনেক কিছু ভাবতে লাগলাম | ভাবতে ভাবতে, এক…
বন্ধু চল
মাঝে মাঝে আমার মনে হয়, আমাদের জীবনের এই দীর্ঘ যাত্রাপথে বন্ধুত্ব যেন এক একটা বটগাছের মতো, একটা আশ্রয়, যার নিচে শান্ত ছায়ায় আমরা কিছু মুহূর্ত দাঁড়িয়ে যাই আমাদের ক্লান্ত, শ্রান্ত মনটাকে একটু আরাম দেয়ার জন্য | আর সেই বটগাছের নিচে কিছুক্ষন বসতেই আমাদের সামনে ভেসে ওঠে জীবনের ভিন্ন ভিন্ন মোড়ে ভিন্ন ভিন্ন শহরে মেলা একদল…
Book Review of ILLEGITIMATELY Blessed: My Journey from Being Black to White to Me
Book review of a powerful memoir ‘Illegitimately Blessed’ by Ricky Weir.
The Blissful Storyteller 