The Icicle by Narinder Jit Kaur is a brilliantly woven book of twelve short stories which takes us through the human experiences of self-hatred, guilt, pride, suffering and unrequited love. Covering different time periods, the stories span across a vast canvas of human relationships and psyche. From the partition of India to the horrific COVID …
She brewed the most aromatic ginger milk tea. “Today let me live life to its fullest,” she thought. After days of worrying and fretting over what the result would be, she finally closed that chapter the previous day. Aisha was twenty-three when she got married to Aarav. “A match made in heaven,” whoever looked …
When the world is talking about flying cars and 3D communication, 30% of women in the world are inflicted with violence that doesn’t come from outside their known circle of people but from inside their houses. Are you a victim of Domestic Violence? This question remains unanswered by many women as they still don’t know …
Domestic Violence is Cruelty upon Women- Journey From Being a Victim to Survivor Read More »
Universe has conjured up a meet in the city of Guwahati, where poets and poetry lovers from all over the city assembled at Qmin, Aurus Mall on 7th October at 4 pm precisely. The weather could have been more favorable, the overcast sky told me to hurry up or I would not reach in time. …
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Anu was a fifty-six-year-old sturdy woman with a fair complexion, brown eyes, and shoulder-length grey hair that she never tied. “Even if she wears Kota Doria, I never found a single crease on her saree,” commented a woman. “I bet no woman in this town will look as elegant as her at this age,” said another …
Descriptive Essay on Railway Stations Whenever I think of railway stations; the sound of the female announcer echoes in my ear, the distinctive smell of the crowd with food stalls and railway coaches rush through my nostrils, and the porters in red uniforms carrying the luggage of passengers appear before my eyes. My first memory …
Treasure Box of Memories from Railway Stations in India Read More »
Holi, the word itself is enough to bring joy and enthusiasm to hearts. Colored faces, thandai, dahi-vada along with a hearty breakfast of poori-sabji and halwa; this is what I remember the most about this festival. As a child, I was the first one to wake up and fill the bucket with water balloons making …
When will the obsession with fair skin end? When a child is born, it is oblivious of the fact about its skin color but as it grows the people around make it realize what the skin color is. The way people talk to a fair-skinned baby and the way they interact with a dark-skinned baby …
What is it that people remember most about their lives? Probably marriage! It is empirically the most important part of our lives. I always believed that marriages are made in heaven. It was perhaps the only part of my life for fourteen years. But, unfortunately, when this marriage part of my life came shattering …
The morning of 12th February was not the same routine of getting up and preparing breakfast and posts for my family and social media accounts respectively. But it was all about me, a day dedicated to myself far away from the bustling traffic of Guwahati, on my way to Theopani Waterfall. My experiences with life …
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