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Gayatri Gayatri didn’t wait a moment after entering the front door. She quickly went upstairs to her terrace garden. What she saw shattered her. The plants looked pale, in desperate need of care. The Marigold plant had dried up, with just one small leaf peeking out as if it were trying hard to survive with a faint hope. She immediately sprinkled water, along with a few drops of her own tears. She knew the chances of its survival were slim. For years, she had nurtured and cared for all the plants. When Sudhir was alive, they both shared the same hobby. Each plant was a poignant reminder of the sweet and bitter moments they had shared as a couple. From choosing the plants and sowing seeds to watering them regularly, their divided responsibilities were the most exciting part of growing the garden together. There were roses, hibiscus, and jasmine, and finally, the most precious of all—the Marigold. Even after Sudhir's passing, whenever she approached the bright yellow flowers basking...

Recently, I have watched a few newly released shows and movies on OTT. A very few of those truly made a mark. However, the most memorable one has to be  Ganoshotru. What is Ganoshotru? " Ganoshotru" means the enemy of the public. This Bengali show consists of just five episodes, each featuring five different stories. What the stories are about is the most interesting part. All the stories are about some of the most prolific criminal cases in Bengal. The period spans from the late 19th century to the 2015s Starting from the 19th century's most horrific serial killing cases, to that of a dreaded gangster of the 2010s, Ganoshotru has covered some remarkable criminals of Bengal and the massacres by them. Troilokya Tarini, a prostitute from the late 19th century, is often considered the first serial killer in India- the show has presented her story with various research by journalists, researchers and police. The role of Troilokya is played impeccably by Paoli Dam. Whether it...

During the launch of the book Blogchatter Book of Food, as an author, the first question I was asked by Ritcha was, "Where did this idea come from?" and she was talking about my story, " Four Weeks and Some Street Food". My reply was " All the places mentioned have been experienced by me." And that was so true. The four eateries that were part of my story were very much real, and I often visited them with friends and family.  So, last summer, after I received the much-awaited email from the Blogchatter editorial team about my story being selected for the Anthology, I thought of paying homage to those eateries by deciding to take my daughter to those places and try out the exact foods that I had spoken about.  My 10-year-old, whose love for food revolves around whenever she goes out with me, while she has at-home hunger pangs that strictly depend upon the menu of the day. Food of her choice (read: noodles, pasta, sandwiches, spicy chicken curry with poori) ...

She joyfully jumped forward, relishing the cool breeze that brushed against her face. This side of the woods always had a pleasant and calming atmosphere. Although she wished her friends could be with her, it was still early in the morning, and most of them were likely still asleep. With excitement, she headed toward the banyan trees, where she loved to swing from the aerial roots—such a fun activity!   As she navigated between the trees, she suddenly heard a peculiar sound nearby. What could it be? Her mother had advised her not to venture too far into the woods, particularly past the end of the lake. Yet, here she was, once again exploring beyond the boundaries she’d been given. Perhaps she would stumble upon a wonderland, much like Alice! Bringing her focus back to the present, she scanned her surroundings and was surprised to see a monkey observing her from the aerial roots of another tree in the distance. A wave of concern washed over her—what if it got angry and bit her? ...

You in My Pain I looked at you with swollen eyes, Trying to reason my feelings. When you cut all old ties, And any sort of dealings. Standing there, with bloated pride, All the spotlight, on your side. Leaving me here lonely and broken, With memories of your love as a token. Then the nights of cry and darkness Can they ever reach you through your fortress? Once, you gave me reason to live, Now you are my reason to grieve. This loneliness, pity and isolation, Is it your love's consolation? Or is it something forbidden? And maybe I was the one you got off, ridden. You in My Happiness Here you are, there again, With a smile, I had never forgotten. Standing like a king before me, This was supposed to happen; it's destiny. Happy feelings have started to bloom, Freeing me from moments of gloom. Relieving all pains from within, I have taken an oath to begin. Today I have realized, finally, You were not the one who left me lonely. You were not the reason for my pain, It was just the da...

Today, let me travel back to those wonderful days of simplicity, laughter, cracking jokes, and opening up our souls to our loved ones. Yes, let's travel back in time to the 90s.  My 90s remind me of my school days, sharing tiffin, fighting over who was the best Khan, laughing over our moms' reaction to low grades, and, of course, exchanging cassettes.  From Hindi film songs like "Sajan", "Jo Jeeta Woh Sikandar", and "Baazigar"  to Pop Bands like Boyzone and Backstreet Boys. Now, who remembers Backstreet Boys here? I do, and I do remember how crazy a few of us friends were for the band! I still recall their foot-tapping numbers like "Everybody" and "Tell Me Why". Every time a friend spoke about breaking up with her boyfriend, back then, I played " Quit Playing Games with My Heart" at the back of my mind. Ah! It was her heart I meant, not mine. My score was zero in that department. At the most, I could lend my shoulder o...