My great grandmother wore a white thaan — a plain sari that was the garb of widowhood — cooked in a separate kitchen and consumed only vegetarian food. Needless to say, her culinary skills yielded memorable tasty...

Yesternight, I asked my little daughter – “What do you want to become when you grow up ?” My daughter replied, with her somnolent eyes, and a dulcet tone- “Mamma I want to be Kind and Happy” I was...

There was a woman who was scared of losing face. Whenever she walked out of the house, she covered her face with a thick veil with only slits for her eyes. No one could see her face, but she could see everyone. Her face...

When did you first write a poem? Can you recall a specific moment from the experience? I remember writing my first full-length poem at the age of ten. I was in class five and had acquired, by then, some kind of flair...

 A tree and Sumana are synonyms. Everything green on this ground reminds us of the pleasant presence of Sumana and her words. Every sentence she writes reminds how our lives are naturally filled with greenery, and we...

Poet Sreetanwi Chakraborty is a poet who transforms the joy, pain and sorrow of her surroundings into cinematic verses. The poet and activist in her mingle to weave the human plight into verses by the deft handling of...

 The Durga puja, the annual ritual of homecoming of our Mother Goddess from the heavenly mountain abode of Kailash to our own sweet earthen realm, and the ‘Subho Bijoya’ rituals that follow as an aftermath of her...