The Last Letter
Dear Husband,
I would be gone by the time you get this letter. I know you would be shattered, not because I am gone but because I dared to do something without your permission that maligns your ‘carefully built’ image.
Dear Husband,
I would be gone by the time you get this letter. I know you would be shattered, not because I am gone but because I dared to do something without your permission that maligns your ‘carefully built’ image.
I loved old-fashioned letters written with a pen on paper, I loved the texture of the paper, the postage stamp, the envelope with the address of a street or lane from an unknown city, the handwriting of the sender, the fragrance, the stamps of post offices, everything. But, Alas!! Nobody writes such a letter these … Continue reading The Lost Joy of Letter Writing #MondayMusings
My dad’s grandmother’s sister was a child widow. She got married when she was seven years old and became a widow at nine. She absolutely had no memory of her married life. She didn’t even have a photo of her husband. All her life she stayed as a leftover member of the family. Her brother’s … Continue reading Beyond Last Wish #WTFOW2018
Being happy was effortless when we were kids, however, now all of us have to put effort and literally work hard to be or feel happy. There are now happiness coaches who teach us how to be happy, it is no more a natural and organic thing. So many of us visit psychotherapists or counselors. … Continue reading Heal the World #MondayMusing
Dear Bong Mom, As you are also a blogger you would know how tedious blogging challenges are. My initial plan was to write on the prompt-“No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.” – Cinderella- however, I changed my mind and started writing … Continue reading Thank You BongMom #writebravely #WTFOW2018
As part of my blog’s first anniversary, I am hosting a ‘blog party’. Today is the Grand Finale and my guest is Esha Mookerjee Dutta. To the blogging world she is Esha@Soul Talk but for me, she is my dearest Mituldi. My sister from another birth, my soul sister. The lady whom I grew up … Continue reading Soul-Sisters from Another Lifetime #DownMemoryLane (Guest Post)
Trina first saw him on the day of Holi. Most kids in their society were playing Holi in the ground below, but he was sitting alone on his fourth floor balcony, watching others. He seemed like a shy and reticent boy. He had shifted to her society only a few weeks back and Trina had … Continue reading Love and Riot
Urmila is eagerly waiting for tomorrow. Her excitement is making it difficult for her to fall asleep. She is constantly tossing and turning on her bed and thinking about Rohan. Urmila have seen photographs of Rohan, plenty of them. She also interacts with Rohan through skype daily. In last two years, Rohan have become a … Continue reading Awaiting Tomorrow
Jolden Tobden, the name always amused Kuhu. She found it funnily rhyming. Like many other students in her class Kuhu also often made fun of Jolden for his Chinese eyes, almost non-existent nose and tiny ears. The entire class used to call him ‘chinky’. Even the teachers often made fun of him. Jolden never mingled … Continue reading Call of the Homeland