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Soft I was, outside, inside Soft, I had a heart Filled with love, faith Filled with care, grace Soft, I had lived on earth Soft, I treaded a humble path Soft, I carried a halo around Soft, I made my parents proud Soft, as I grew, My soft, turned into a weapon- For powers and rulers To gain more Out of my soft. My soft now hardened, A heart of steel it has turned Not a weapon, but a shield. A protection, a wall-unpiercable!! This post was created for the  Blogaberry Creative (Monthly) Challenge  with theme word Soft

I stayed away from writing about my weekly film/web series/music posts during April. But today, being May 1, I am once again starting to write my weekly post. I have watched a few cool Bengali web series in the past few weeks. So today, I have picked 5 such web series that are quite entertaining. 1. Ekenbabu Puruliyay Pakrao: Eken Babu is back and this time in the colourful state of Puruliya. An Ashram in the state brings Ekenbabu and his friends, Bapi Babu and Pramatha, on an interesting investigative journey, much to the detective's reluctance. However, once he gets deeper into the case, there's no escape for any of the criminals.  Anirban Chakraborty is funnier this time, and to give the narratives a fresh change, his weird and hilarious conversations are more with the other characters in the story than the usual war of words with his two mates. If you are looking for a thriller comedy, you should not miss this. 2. Thakumar Jhuli: Srabanti Chatterji stars as a seventy-year-...

She was sitting in a corner with the manuscript on her lap. It was her dream, since she stepped into the big city, to work under a famous filmmaker. And finally, after five gruelling years of sharing chawls and odd jobs at cafes and stores, she had made it here, today, with the script that she had been working on. Earlier, she had shown some of her scripts to some indie filmmakers. Some of them threw it on her face, some of them smiled and had bid her adieu with a” will get back soon”. But she almost broke down when she saw a YouTube short film that matched her script exactly, even down to the title. And she tracked the maker to be one of those, “will get back soon”. When she tried to contact him to ask for credit, he denied it, saying their meeting had been just a figment of her imagination. But after going through so much betrayal and rejection, she finally found herself at one of the biggest filmmakers’ offices. She was oozing in excitement from within, but the last 5 years of extre...

He was surprised to find it on the table. How had it ended up here? He thought he had left it at his mother's place. Brushing off his thoughts, he picked it up to take a look inside. There were so many pictures of his high school classmates—some he still kept in touch with, but most were strangers to him now. In one photo, he saw himself, all smiles and confidence, as the captain of the school baseball team. His gaze landed on a girl with unruly red hair, severe acne, and a toothy grin that almost made her look like a bunny. He chuckled, remembering how she had been severely bullied and taunted by everyone, who called her "Bugs Bunny." But what was her name? There it was: Sandra Hillock. He read it twice, unable to believe it. Just then, his stunning wife stepped out of the bedroom. "Honey, did you look inside it? Look at me there! You would laugh now—I was called 'Bugs Bunny.' Can you imagine?"   This post is a part of  BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026

She looked at the cradle with empty eyes and a heavy heart. That was where she had made him sleep every night. A year had passed, but his memory remained fresh, as if his little feet were still running around her. She glanced around the room, where she had kept every piece of clothing and every toy that belonged to him, all intact, as if he would return at any moment. In the corner lay his favourite toy, the one he used to play with all the time. She remembered how fondly he would pick up the two sticks and gently touch the colourful chords—pink, blue, green, yellow. As time passed, his soft touches would gain speed, and the final strikes would come down almost like blows to the chords. He giggled playfully, and she joined in his laughter. Now, she touched the toy and gently picked up the sticks, striking one of the blue chords. A sweet, tinkling sound emerged. She repeated it once, then again, and soon she was playing it. Suddenly, she could hear giggles nearby. As she continued to st...

He was crawling in search of food. Every rib in his frail body was visible, protruding from beneath his skin. He was devoid of any clothing. Unable to withstand the hunger and heat, he paused for a moment. The vultures were waiting nearby, ensuring that their search for food would soon come to an end. His tiny body was brought ashore, as if a gift from the ocean—a stark reminder to humanity of what it is losing in its constant hunger for power. Before his existence could be completely erased from this world, his teary eyes and innocent words warned us that this was only the beginning of the end: “I am gonna tell God everything.” Isn’t that enough? This post is a part of  BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026