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This year I spent first two days of puja with Purobi’s family at Kurmun. It is a nice family. Purobi and Baloram are a good host. Their son, Nonee, is…

Those days were different. “Those days” meant my college days. Coming out of restrictive school life in Burdwan Municipal Boys, Vivekananda College opened up a reality where you could think…

There was but just a big Shimul tree on the bank of a grand pond in Nootanpally. And that was enough to play spoilsport with kite-flying. Whichever direction a kite…

A tiny seed fell down among the grass of garden. A shower sprinkled some drops over it. The seed bloated. Came a spell of rain again. The dry ponds started…

I was no good at Maths. But there was no escaping from Mrityunjoy babu, as one had to if one read in Municipal High School. When I reached class nine,…

Some days back, as I came out of Gangpur railway station, I saw a man lying on a stony place underneath a big tree that stood just outside the rail…

Amit and I went to the same school, same class and sat together on a bench that was cramped with fellow students. We went to the prayer together. On a…

Tagore was for everything natural. He did not like anything that was artificially imposed upon. He was dead against tinkering with his physique and its well-being. He believed in copability…

I was lucky enough to be born at a place which was in close proximity to my grandmother’s. My grandmother had some quiet precise observations about life that made her…

When I was a small boy, I went to Academy of Music where Professor Dhrubo Tara Joshi taught us Indian classical music. I would sit in a lone chair in…