On the gradual degeneration of memory and self, brought about by the debilitating diseases of Alzheimer’s, Dementia and Schizophrenia. We have known families whose loved ones have never come back, as we see at the end of Aparna Sen’s film 15 Park Avenue. An ending...
Bright blue skies with White cotton clouds; Emerald fields laden with Gleaming white blooms of feathery kaas, Bend in cool autumn breeze To herald a dawn of hope. Words & Image: Sravasti...
The enduring Earth cried out in pain! When we set Her ablaze; Tried to wring out Her last breath - “Enough is enough!” she cried. She turned the tables with quiet certitude. To make us breathe in an uncertain world. To keep us distant in an uncertain world. To...
(after the lockdown due to the Coronavirus pandemic) Today’s Sunday. Today’s Monday. All days feel the same. You are inside. You are bored. You want to play a game. They are outside. On the road. Nothing looks the same For them. They don’t...
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...
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. ...
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।...
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 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....