He was a caged parakeet knowing the confines of the walled-in existence only could be helpful for her.
The demise of veteran actor, Christopher Plummer, took me back many years when I was a little girl growing up in the hill station of
Some of my happiest memories revolve around Berhampore, Murshidabad, where my grandparents lived. My cousins and I would spend our vacations there and were up
So every time someone picks a pen up and sits down with a sheet of paper to write a love letter, the words they transcribe
This Ministry of Culture event to mark the 125th birthday of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose may enter the annals for reasons not connected to the
While the government could not tax more, it is evident that in the ensuing budget they could not provide the relief to taxpayer either. Then,
Publishing industry has witnessed sea changes in recent years. Gone are the days when writers depended solely on the nod of approval from the desks
A part of a past long forgotten. Something tangible beyond the bullet loops and the cacophony of this new existence. A small case of beauty.
It was hard with all the long sleepless nights/flowing over the rocks, the boulders, hard, unmoving/The friction hurting when they wouldn’t...
I left the Kolkata book fair with my hands full of shopping bags and a heart full of happiness.
Farmers are paid just 30% of MSP by Middlemen. So being a Middlemen in Punjab is a double bonanza.
When I was still a school goer, there was a shop near Lake Market called Epic. It was renowned for its collection of used books.
There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke.
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