What is love?
Working with the volunteer-based organization called Robin Hood Army, I am trying to do my bit in changing the society for the better. Are you?
Dear God, Thank you for everything. Bless me and help me To be good And to do my studies well. That was our prayer in school, in case you are wondering. We had to utter this every day from the nursery till the 12th. The enormous amount of religious sentiments and observations of religious customs … Continue reading Why I am not an Atheist
An open letter to Diwali, the festival.
This is a recent translation meant to promote my old Bengali original, which is a fictitious piece I wrote as a 17-year old.
Cycling on the mountains in Ladakh.
This is about a day trek along Andharban, with two other enthusiasts.
This is about a solo trek to Karnala fort, through Karnala bird sanctuary.
This is about an overnight trek to Kothaligad Peth, just at the start of monsoon 2017.
This is a loose translation of my recent Bengali original, about waiting to be back in Calcutta, my home.
About waiting to be back to Calcutta, my home. Here is an English translation.
This is a short post about Rabia Kapoor, (who in my opinion is) a fabulous poet.
This is an experience of a dear friend, who narrated it to me, and I could not help but pen it down myself. Some of the details are cooked up, but the emotions were real. It is being posted with permission.
A tribute to poets.
This is a collection of questions arising from my curiosity, some answers and references. It will updated as better answers are found. Discussions are encouraged in the comments below.
A fictitious sexual encounter with an imaginary red-haired girl.
A humble attempt to describe the beautiful sunset by the TIFR sea-face on a peaceful February Sunday.
Whom is poetry written for?
An appointment with the wild.
It is not always that you raise your hopes for months to have a fire kindled in you, only to be dozed to ashes in a minute. Not always is a man ready to take a risk that spans across continents and important years of his life. It's not easy to be a sport when … Continue reading Reality
An experience of four people on a trek to Nakhind, 100 Km from Mumbai.
A trek up a seasonal waterfall, surrounded by thick mist.
A solo trek to the highest peak in Maharashtra, in the Kalsubai range.
A 3-day tour of Paris in mid-summer. Extremely detailed, this could serve as a guide to tourists.
A humble attempt to describe a 30-minute dive under the sea.
A 2-day 1-night trekking-cum-camping in the Western Ghats.
On a lover of the past.
Realizations of a pained soul that looks forward to see the world.
About starting afresh.
The city I grew up in.
About a man who sells toys on the sea-shore.
The interplay of light and shadow.
An ode to the city where I grew up, before leaving it for long.
About sharing sunsets with a stranger on a distant roof, day after day.
Standing by my dreams.
Debris of first love.
Making love to the beloved woman for the first time. Here is a loose translation to English.
A war-poem, with a deeper meaning hidden in the identities of the people involved.
Lies crush innocent hearts.