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The Photograph

Returning from the maacher bajar, Alok could spot my clueless face from a distance. He could understand that I didn’t belong here, from my

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⤘āĨ‚ā¤Žā¤¤āĨ€ ā¤šāĨˆ ā¤ĻāĨā¤¨ā¤ŋā¤¯ā¤ž , ā¤‰ā¤ŽāĨā¤ŽāĨ€ā¤Ļ ⤕āĨ‡ ā¤Ļā¤Ž ā¤ĒāĨ‡, ā¤Žā¤ŋā¤˛ā¤¤ā¤ž ā¤šāĨˆ ā¤Ļā¤ŋā¤˛ā¤žā¤¸ā¤ž , ⤕⤭āĨ€ ⤍⤏āĨ€ā¤Ŧ ⤕āĨ‡ ā¤Ļā¤Ž ā¤ĒāĨ‡ ⤅⤕āĨā¤¸ā¤° ā¤šā¤‚ā¤¸ ⤞āĨ‡ā¤¤ā¤ž ā¤šāĨˆ ā¤‡ā¤‚ā¤¸ā¤žā¤¨ , ⤕ā¤ŋ⤏āĨ€

Mother Lost

At 15, I sat for my 10th exams And I filled out the forms CANDIDATE’S NAME FATHER’S NAME I did not give it a

Tagore’s First Love

Annapurna Turkhud came to Tagore’s life with a waft of youthful exuberance which created a flutter in the young poets’ heart. Krishna Kripalani in his

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āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āϟāĻž by Sambit Guha āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āϟāĻž āϰāĻžāĻ— āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇āϰ āϜāϞ,              āĻ•āϤāĻ•āϗ⧁āϞāĻŋ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ āĻĻāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŽāĻž, āϗ⧁āϟāĻŋ āĻ•ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ• āϞāĻžāχāύ⧇āϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϏ –

Tragedy of a Dad in Todays World

Tragedy of a Dad in Todays World                                  

āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĻŽ

āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĻŽÂ  by Sucharita Bonthapally āĻ­āĻžāϰāĻ¤ā§€ā§Ÿ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŦāĻžāϰ⧇ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻļāĻŋāĻļ⧁āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ āĻŦ⧜ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇āϰāĨ¤ āϛ⧋āĻŸā§āϟ āϛ⧇āϞ⧇āϟāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦ⧁, āϏ⧋āύāĻž, āĻ–ā§‹āĻ•āύ, āĻŽāĻŖāĻŋ āχāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻžāĻĻāĻŋ āύāĻžāύāĻž āύāĻžāĻŽā§‡ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āϤ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŦāĻžāϰ⧇āϰ

Film Review : Jurassic World

Jurassic World āĻ…āϤāĻŋāĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋāĻ• āϜāĻŋāύāĻŋāϏāĻĒāĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤ⧇āϜāύāĻž, āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āĻĨāĻŽāĻĨāĻŽā§‡ āϭ⧟, āĻāĻ•āϟ⧁ āĻŽāĻžāϰāĻĒāĻŋāϟ āφāϰ āĻšāϞāĻŋāωāĻĄ āϏāĻŋāύ⧇āĻŽāĻžā§Ÿ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŦāϞāĻŋāωāĻĄ āĻ…ā§āϝāĻžāĻ•ā§āϟāϰ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āϞ⧇

Poetry: So How Long Has it Been

So How Long Has it Been By Gopali Chakraborty Ghosh So how long has it been Since we last met? Give or take it’s

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āĻ•āĻŖāĻž

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āĻ•āĻŖāĻž Poem by Anindita Ganguly āωāĻĒāύāĻŋāώāĻĻ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻž āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇ āϝ⧇ āϏ⧇ āĻ…āĻŽā§ƒāϤ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻžāύ āĨ¤ āφāϰāĻ“ āĻāĻ—āĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻ‹āώāĻŋ āωāĻĻā§āĻĻāĻžāϞāĻ• āϤāĻžāρāϰ āĻĒ⧁āĻ¤ā§āϰāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞāϛ⧇āύ āϤāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻŽāϏāĻŋ āĻļā§āĻŦ⧇āϤāϕ⧇āϤ⧁

Short Story : Realisation

It was a sunny winter morning, an ideal day to go out for a long drive, Rehana thought to herself. She decided to go

Short Story : āϟāĻŋāϚāĻžāĻ°ā§āϏ āĻĄā§‡

āĻ•ā§āϞāĻžāϏ āĻœā§ā§œā§‡ āϝ⧇āύ āϤāĻžāĻŖā§āĻĄāĻŦ āϚāϞāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϕ⧇āω āĻšā§‡āρāϚāĻžāĻšā§āϛ⧇, āϕ⧇āω āĻšāĻžāϏāϛ⧇ āĻšā§āϝāĻž āĻšā§āϝāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇, āϕ⧇āω āĻŦāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻā§œā§‡ āĻ—āϞāĻžā§Ÿ āĻ—āĻžāύ āĻ—āĻžāχāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧁ āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āϰāĻŦāĻŋ āĻ āĻžāϕ⧁āϰ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž