During every Durga Puja festival time, I get inconsolably homesick. The grey cloud lasts until the week-long festivities are over and only after that, do I mana...
It is difficult to garner and pen down my thoughts about Calcutta. Too many memories, familiarity, and intimacy always jumble up my mind, so I decided to random...
There's no food like home food and us, Bengalis celebrate festivities through our bellies. It is correctly said, that the way to a man's heart is through his st...
Christmas has its own special charm. It is the time of wonderful smelling goodies, gorgeous fairy lights, twinkling tin ornaments, and a general feeling of good...
In Calcutta we have some unique pet peeves. We love our pooches, as well cats, birds, rabbits, mice and still now our city newspapers everyday carry obituaries ...
Tall overgrown grass protect her from the harsh autumn sun and a gnarly old frangipani tree drops quiet blossoms on her. Red and yellow canna flowers throw rain...