Bhuvaneshwari village in coastal Kultali, South 24 Parganas had been ravaged by the impact of Amphan. Signs of destruction and devastation are still scattered everywhere. But amid all this, the indomitable spirit of Asima is inspiring others to start all over from scratch and rebuild
We were surrounded by a large crowd of porters, cooks and guides who were accompanying different climbers. Some were on their way to scale Mount Kilimanjaro and others descending after conquering the peak. My skin colour was similar to the Tanzanians. Besides, Benson’s mother had
Receiver of The Kavi Salam Award 2018, Sufia Khatoon is a multi-lingual performance poet, editor, translator, artist and illustrator based in Kolkata. She has an MA in English Literature, a PG in Journalism and Mass Communication and a Diploma in Visual Arts and Design. She
Chandmoni Hembrom, a teenage music prodigy from Hooghly’s Itachuna village has taken cybercitizens across the country by storm. The sensational singer’s full-throated melodious rendition of Neha Kakkar’s song, O humsafar, without musical accompaniment, was posted in social media and immediately it caught the attention of
Sekempur bus stop on the Siuri-Bolpur Road in Birbhum district is a busy transit point and remains so, throughout the day. Just three kilometers from this bus stop lies the sleepy hamlet, Parbatipur – a small, non-descript village that is steeped in history. An abundance
Suman Saha has completed his BFA from The Indian College of Arts and Draftmanship in 2018. At present, he is working as a graphic artist for an advertising agency and has a small team of his own working as Durga Puja theme artists. #Goviraltostopthevirus is an
Theatre is an integral part of the Indian ethos, sharing a long symbiotic relationship dating 5,000 years ago. Theatre evolved with time. Street Plays or “Nukkad Natak” has evolved as means to voice the concerns of the common man. It has also become the new
A couple of years ago a news had made headlines in Kolkata. A 70-year-old mother Rashmani Bhattacharya was left on the streets with nothing but some puffed rice and a few clothes, while her son and daughter-in-law were out on a vacation. She was crying
Oi aasontaler maatir pare lutiye rabo/ Tomar charon dhulay dhulay dhusaro habo/ Keno aamay maan diye aar dure raakho?/Chirojanom emon kore bhuliyo naako,/Asanmane aano tene paaye tabo./Tomar charon dhulay dhulay dhusaro habo (I shall lie on the floor under your seat /and get smeared in dust
There is something irrationally annoying about Indian summer in the plains. The never-ending season, the excessive, oppressive heat round the clock, the discomfort of stinking bodies bathed in sweat and grime… well, the list could just go on and on but then there is only