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A walk through the cultural precincts of Kolkata

Since I moved to Kolkata, visiting the small locality in North Kolkata “Kumartuli” also known as the alley of potters or potter’s colony has always been on my Kolkata bucket list, where potters have been sculpturing and giving shape to idols generation after generation. So it’s that time of the year with Durga Puja around the corner, I and my friends took a break from the usual schedule and planned to explore Kumartuli. The sky looked wonderful after a pour, it seemed that the blue sky was telling that a month was left for the festival bells. From the Shobhabazar-Sutanati metro station, we walked to Kumartuli though the option of taking a rickshaw was always open, the moment we stepped into the narrow lanes of Kumartuli we realized we had arrived in a different world, the streets were filled with statues for the religious festivals. Kumartuli is a place that offers an amazing dose of history, heritage, and divinity. These potters live here and work hard on their craft, they silent...

Wasn't it was just Yesterday!

Summers tailing off and words dashing over saying You are not the same anymore! Wasn't it just yesterday we needed someone to lean on, to come to advise and share their lives? How weird it feels at times to look back and wish we could go back for one last time. Observing the change in ourselves manifests how we couldn't wait but always craved to rush into adulthood with all our cotton candy dreams. And here we all are accepting who we really are and walking on the path where we fall and get up on our own. Trying to effectuate things and catch those dusky dreams that we saw in our sleep. Responsibilities take over innocence beautifully and weigh the pros and cons before the next step becomes a part of life. Is this what adulthood meant to look like? And still, I ask myself Wasn't it just yesterday??

Just another dreamer!!

Sometimes I want to take time to stop and think and also watch the beautiful sky, smell the rain and feel the wind. Sometimes I feel that I need to be alone, not lonely but to enjoy my time, notice the buzzing bees, the small children, and the smiling faces. Sometimes I want to punish myself to see the dawn before the rest of the world. Sometimes I wonder What is permanent in this life? My scars, my faults, my insecurities... Are they permanent? Those lazy Sundays with a late morning sip of tea and some daydreaming... Are they permanent? Sometimes I want to be an Ocean in a droplet which can be calm and still or rough and rigid but at the end of the day, it is always beautiful. Sometimes I want to be a mystery and an open book at the same time and talk to myself as I would to someone I love. Sometimes I want to go back to the water of my home and be surrounded by the hills and conifers. Sometimes I wish anyone could look over my broken fences and admire the flowers of my garden. ...

My illogical illness..

I am 19 years old, and I’m depressed. And that is okay. I feel sad for no reason at all. It's not that my life is full of struggles and pain, even though I have a normal life with sweet and bitter phases. My sadness of mood is nothing, it's just that I’m dealing with my depressive symptoms, like some other diabetic or heart patient dealing with their symptoms. There are days when I don’t want to come out of my bed because I don’t see a reason to, or maybe because I was up all night. At times I find myself in my head, sitting on a bench near a ghastly river saying “I should have done it, but I didn’t because I was too tired”. And then the things that I could have done but didn’t, make me feel guilty. Still, I find no motivation to do it and I remain to be tired all the time. Tears use to roll down my cheeks for no reason, I felt I was being unreasonable and irrational, I disappointed people, I broke things and the list goes on. And that’s just my depression. I’m not the reason f...

I like to listen...

I like to listen to the calm quiet sea With the man, no like other. Who loved me unconditionally but never had enough words to describe . I like to listen to the falling rain drops, on a rainy Wednesday. With the man no like other who has been there for me no matter what bad choices, I might have made . I like to listen to the majesty of a trees With the man, no like other. Who shouts at me, when i break the rules but holds me when i cry and shines with pride when i succeed. I like to listen to my voice reading aloud the last letter With no where the man, no like other who was the sun shining through my life . I like to listen to the last call in my mind , repeating the words never in my mind. The man no like other♥️

I'm perfectly imperfect..!!

Have you ever thought about how often it is, that we are asked to change our appearance? "We are your well-wisher, lose some weight we are saying this for your benefit". How classic this dialogue is, isn't it? But this small group of people doesn't know that it is not acceptable to put anyone down about their bodies. They say and we silently listen, there are times when we feel angry, hurt, and even numb. Even I had to hear a lot and to be honest it bothered me too these comments lead to the downfall of my self-esteem and it increased my insecurities. When they criticized my looks or bullied me. I preferred to remain silent and dragged myself into the shell. Why did it happen? Why did I prefer to remain silent? Even after knowing that my silence will promote them. Is it because of the low confidence that I had in myself? Or is it because I wasn't confident in my body? People with a typical fat body type experience more criticism because as per society a slim body ...