It came as an artfully tranquil story of grounded tones, healthy hues, starry nights, of owl hoots and pre-dawn chirps. It also came to us as a deliciously subtle and memorable trip, not just because we as a family were desperate to run away from
Gorosthaney Shabdhan! South Park Street Cemetery of Kolkata is often related to this Sandip Ray Feluda movie that was primarily shot at one of the oldest graveyards of British India that still hold on to various tales. This cemetery was one of the earliest non-church
It says Mocambo’s sizzlers crackles. For me they always sizzled. I was so hooked to their Chicken steak and sizzler, that every winter, I made it a point to sneak out with my boyfriend and make him shell out the last bit of cash he
Every time I took a car ride to office down the Race-Course and Red Road, I would see writings on the boarded railings of Race Course in chalk powder, partially in Bengali and English professing The Sun Revolves Around the Earth and then the signature
“We have only One Earth, one chance to save it, Mother Nature needs our help, Save Nature
I often called him the music man, for his little instrument that raised a storm of cotton fluffs going all around and me running to get hold of those snowy flakes, his makeshift ‘guitar’ did sound like a musical stringed instrument. As every winter dawns
1/1 Harish Mukherjee Road, was not just a broad stretch with buildings staring down on either side, some of which were centuries old, down which my dad’s car sped every morning with me finishing the last chapters of an Agatha Christie novel. It was and
• How did Silco start and why? It was established in the year 1981, as a trading unit and my father traded in various sports gear and wear of different brands from our shops and showrooms. • You say your father started the company, but you as
Sayantan felt the need when he was giving his first school leaving board exam. It was a need to have a proper reader-writer who would help him in writing his board papers in 2010. For Sayantan is visually challenged. Today he is a teacher and
I Know What You Did Last Summer! But none of the Calcuttans knew who the serial killer of 1989’s Calcutta street murders was and what he was doing that summer! We were then school children, quite young, and the palpable terror of a killer lurking