To the Nightingale of India

To the Nightingale of India

As the sunset hangs on a cloud, A weary me sits and dreams Of your lyrical verses, Where autumn days and delicate moons Spoke of simpler times.   When there were sounds of laughter and scents of spices In the lustrous Bazaars of Hyderabad. When maidens wearing...

Feel

Feel

I close my eyes And see I hear I feel   I feel your Good morning And the freshness of Golden dewy mountain mornings.   I feel your Good night And the love in Silver moonlit mystic nights.   I open my eyes And see I hear I feel You with me.  ...

Bald Matters – My take on ‘Taak’

Bald Matters – My take on ‘Taak’

A new look at reasons behind balding in men For generations, the father’s genes have been proudly imprinted on children’s achievements; failures are usually attributed to the mother. So, when men go bald, some people believe that the balding genes are headed down from...

সকালের জন্য

সকালের জন্য

কয়েকদিন হল, সকাল আসতে খুব দেরি করছে। যখন আসে, চুপ করে থাকে। রাত আসে, যেতে চায় না। কত কথা বলে। বোধহয় ভালোবেসে ফেলেছে আমায়। রাতের সঙ্গে আমার খুব মিল - আমিই যে রাত।   বেশ কয়েক মাস সকাল আসছিল কাছে, তাড়াতাড়ি। তারপর হঠাৎ কি যে হল ? শুধু বলে, “ভালো থেকো, খুশি থেকো।...

Train Rides and Homestays

Train Rides and Homestays

Experiencing Ethnic Bengal at the Rare Earth Farms and Homestay, Shantiniketan, Bolpur   Train rides and villages of India bring with them a nostalgic feeling. Wanting to expose our children to both, but having limited time in hand, we went on an overnight trip...

Prelude

Prelude

Time and again, my friends and family have asked me to ‘do something’ with my photographs and writings. They have often wanted to read my published features. Not all of them are on social media, so they find it difficult to read them if I post them on Facebook. I have...

Life’s Journey

Life’s Journey

Somewhere in the journey of life I lost my smile. Somewhere in the journey of life I lost my innocence. Somewhere in the journey of life I lost my faith. Somewhere in the journey of life I will lose my sense. - Sravasti Ghosh Dastidar Kolkata, 25th February...

The Cloud-covered Tale

The Cloud-covered Tale

The Cloud-covered Tale The stone witnessed; The road felt; The leaves and The breeze had a story to tell. The dust and the clouds covered the trail. "Not for all," they said, "is the tale." Text & image: Sravasti Ghosh Dastidar September 1, 2019....