Explore Rumi through love, longing, Shams of Tabriz and the Buddha—an intimate reflection on mysticism, ego, awakening and the Divine Beloved. Zabān-e-yār-e-man Turkī wa man Turkī namī-dānam. The language of my beloved is Turkish, and I do not know Turkish. There is an old Persian line, commonly circulated in the orbit of Amir Khusrau, that has stayed with me for years because it describes something far larger than the inconvenience of not knowing somebody’s language. It describes the strange predicament of love itself: the beloved speaks, you do not entirely understand, and yet something in you understands before understanding becomes…
Grief…. we know how to grieve family and friends, but what about the therapist, hairdresser, guard, bookseller, or housemaid who quietly became part of our lives? This essay explores the grief we rarely speak about and the gentle ways we can honour those who stood just outside our family circle but left a lasting place in our hearts. Just a few days ago, our family’s acupressure therapist passed away. For almost twenty years, he had been only a phone call away whenever someone in our family suffered from back pain, frozen shoulders, muscle spasms, headaches, or simply the aches that…
Discover my personal journey with Buddha, from childhood to daily practice, the history of Buddha in Bengal, and how his teachings transformed my life. Buddha: My Quiet Place in a Restless World Some people discover Buddha through philosophy. Others meet him during grief, illness, or loss. I honestly cannot remember how he entered my life because, as far back as my memory reaches, he has always been there. Every home I have lived in has had a Buddha figure somewhere nearby, quietly watching over my days without asking for anything in return. As a child I never thought deeply about…
A personal reflection on Jibanananda Das, his haunting metaphors, solitary mind, poetic genius, and why reading him feels almost psychedelic. I’d be lying if I said I had been meaning to write about Jibanananda Das for a long time, or that I read him every day. I don’t. Yet his books are never too far from me. They rarely stay neatly arranged on my library shelves because I have a habit of keeping one close to wherever I read or sit quietly with a cup of coffee. And still, months pass without my opening them. Then, without warning perhaps on…
A deep and personal Prodoshe Prakritojon book review exploring history, identity, caste, Bengal’s transformation, and the poetic brilliance of Shawkat Ali’s masterpiece. Prodoshe Prakritojon is not just a historical novel. It is one of those books that completely rearranges the way you think. I have read many important books on Bengal, history, identity, religion, and culture, but very few books have affected me the way this one did. This novel did not simply tell me a story. It pushed me into a lifelong search for answers about Bengal—its people, its transformations, its wounds, and its forgotten history. As a student…
“You Don’t Know How to Do Nothing. That’s the Problem.” Why dolce far niente—the art of doing nothing—is harder than work, and what it quietly fixes in the mind and body. Why Dolce Far Niente Feels So Difficult in Real Life I realised something mildly humiliating the other day. I cannot sit still without turning it into a project. Give me five minutes of silence and I will mentally redesign my life, solve three imaginary problems, and remember something embarrassing from 2004. So when people talk about dolce far niente—the Italian art of doing nothing—I don’t feel inspired. I feel…
There is a version of Satyajit Ray most of us grew up with without even realizing it. Not the towering filmmaker whose cinema travelled the world, not the celebrated writer whose characters quietly settled into our childhoods—but the artist whose lines shaped how we first learned to see. Satyajit Ray – The Illustrator For many Bengali children of a certain generation, Ray was not an introduction. He was an atmosphere. His presence lived in the pages we turned before we knew what design meant, before we understood composition, before we had language for aesthetics. We saw his illustrations in Sandesh,…
A reflective exploration of effort—how much is enough, why it matters, and how it quietly shapes identity, presence, and everyday life. Effort: The Quiet Ingredient That Changes Everything There was a time when effort meant something almost optional to me. Not in work—I showed up, I delivered on point—but in the smaller, more intimate layers of life. The way I dressed, the way I entered a room, the way I carried myself through ordinary days. Then one afternoon, over a cup of coffee, someone said something that sounded very dramatic at that moment, and annoying too but it lingered on…
A reflective Love Letter to Vincent exploring art, memory, and a real-life encounter in Berlin that deepened a lifelong connection with Van Gogh. Love Letter to Vincent There are certain affections that do not arrive with permission. They begin quietly, often in childhood, and then remain—unquestioned, almost invisible, yet deeply formative. Writing this Love Letter to Vincent, I find myself returning not to a grand moment, but to a subtle shift. A young girl standing before something she could not explain, yet could not leave behind. Over the years, that early encounter does not fade. Instead, it rearranges perception.…
Live a peaceful life not as an escape from the world, but as a deliberate way of being within it. Peace is not passivity; it is clarity. When the mind is not constantly pulled by comparison, urgency, or restless desire, it begins to see things as they are. In that seeing, decisions become simpler, relationships become lighter, and daily actions gain meaning. A peaceful life allows one to respond rather than react, to choose rather than be driven. It creates space for attention, and attention is where life actually unfolds. Without this inner steadiness, even success feels scattered; with it,…













