Reflection

It is easy to remember: Be your self. It is difficult to be: Be our self. The reason is us. We always tend to think the way we are taught…

I lie in the woods. The brilliance of March morning is an open provocation for me to feel unshackled from a strenuous tug of busy schedule to do so. I…

After a brief break of Sunday, Monday is all over us again. Siesta is gone, gone is languor, replaced by solid work. It is office time. No time to waste.…

If we could correct our past mistakes and resurrect our present … we sometimes think with some desperation. Then what could happen? Our life would have been much safer, stronger,…

We always believe that we are good and somebody else is bad. We are good because we do what we believe is correct. Others are bad because what they do…

At the very outset I like to apologise to my non-Bengali readers for writing a two- worded title that may seem Latin to them. Khela hobe. Translating them into English…

It all started like this: I love you. Then after sometime it generally happens: I leave you. In between there is some discord. The cord of love is gone. So…

I take to road after my school re-opens post nightmares of 2020, though trains are available aplenty now. Yesterday I took the well-repaired wide metal road that branches out of…

Open newspaper, you will find astrologers running the show in the middle page where they will ask you to visit their “chamber” where they will tell you how to deal…

When I was twelve years old, I was approached by a girl of the same age-bracket(I think so) one day. That day I happened to sing some Tagore songs on…