Subah ho ya sham mujhay tu bus aik cup garma garam chai peeni hay. Yeh roz ki baat hay aur kabhi reh jaye tu samjhu sur main dard aur bay cheni. Life main siraf

Pata nahi kyun aaj chai peete hi ek purane, khaas dost ki yaad aa gayi. Shayad isliye kyunki aaj chai ka taste bilkul waisa hi tha jaisa wo pasand karte thhe. It’s true na... hum badal jaate hain, par

The right people often arrive at the wrong time. When they come, our hearts are not ready, our paths are moving in different directions, or life is asking us to fight battles we cannot postpone. The connection

Should a person be practical or emotional??? Practical people put logic first…. Emotional people think first… For practical people everything is easyy to go..... Am I worthless to emotional people??

We are already in the middle of June , the hottest month of summer. If it doesn't rain for a couple of days or so, we feel like a roasted chicken, OMG. So the mornings are unbearable and I don't feel like

Silence is not always peace. Sometimes it is a room slowly filling with darkness while everyone outside assumes the lights are still on. The tragic passing of Anik Dutta has reminded many people of something

Just a few pics from my walk today. Do I qualify as a wildlife photographer?💁‍♀️🫣😅 I love starting my day to breathe in nsture almost as a daily ritual. Today, there was a morning breeze making every

When life bends beneath the weight of sorrow and the sky seems too heavy to carry, friends arrive like quiet sunlight through a storm-torn window. They do not always have magical answers, yet their presence

Be like a flower—rooted in hope, softened by rain, and brave enough to bloom after every storm. Flowers have always been my weekend ritual. After fifteen days of being homebound, these blooms arrived through

There’s a very particular kind of nostalgia tied to analog phones—something almost tactile and intimate that modern devices just can’t replicate. Think of the old rotary dial sets. The slow, deliberate

I found it where time forgets to look - a quiet corner, dust settling like soft years. A small thing, really. Plastic, worn, its colors are no longer loud with pride. But when I held it, something loosened

Nostalgia around kitchen storage in Bengali domestic life is surprisingly rich—it’s not just about containers, but about rhythms, smells, and quiet rituals that shaped everyday living. Particularly nostalgic