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Friday, 6 March 2020

8 Things my Grandmother taught me that made me #TheWomanThatIAm



After my mother passed away when I was twelve, my maternal grandmother became the mother figure in my life. Despite battling with breast cancer and losing her only daughter, she made a vow to live for me, to raise me as a strong, independent woman and only leave the world when she has done her job successfully. It was because of her tremendous will power that she survived several operations and became a breast cancer survivor.

From a grandmother to a mother to a best friend and guide, she played various roles in my life. I would like to mention 8 things that my grandmother taught me which made me the woman that I am.

1.Never give the driver's seat of your life to anyone.


During my late teens and early twenties, I often relied on others for making important decisions. My grandmother taught me to control the steering and drive my own life. She taught me to make my own decisions and never give that power to anyone else, no matter how close they are to me or how difficult it is for me to make the decision. She taught me to take full ownership of my life and responsibility for my actions so that I never play the blame game or behave like a victim. 



2.Faith will take you anywhere you want to go.

Today, I am a huge believer in the law of attraction. It is from my grandmother that I learned faith can make anything possible whereas doubts can ruin everything.

3.Nothing is stronger than your willpower.

As I already mentioned, it was my grandmother’s willpower that helped her survive many operations.  When I was giving my class 12 board exams, I was suffering from a chronic migraine that hardly allowed me to study. I thought I would fail in my exams. It was during that time she told me that nothing is stronger than willpower. And true to her words, I managed my studies by sheer willpower and passed the exams with flying colors. 




4.If you want to know whether a person or place is good for you, observe how you are feeling within when you meet that person or visit that place. Your intuition will never lie.

During my early twenties, I made too many mistakes in recognizing people. As a result, many people took advantage of my goodness and betrayed my trust. That is when my grandmother gave me this beautiful pearl of advice, which has helped me over the years to understand people better.

5.People who love us unconditionally never leave us. They live within us, providing courage and strength during the hours we need it.

Whenever I missed my mother, my grandmother comforted me with these words until I realized how true it is. 


6. Life is an echo. What we give, return to us manifold. Bless everyone and blessings will return to you manifold. Talking negatively about anyone will make that person talk more negatively about you, thereby making the relationship bitter.

Whenever I felt someone wronged me and talked negatively about them, this is what my grandmother told me. And after many years of ignoring it, today I live by this advice and try not to think/talk negatively about anyone. 


7.Tears are not a sign of weakness. The person who can cry without inhibitions can laugh freely.

After I lost my mother, I used to try to maintain a tough exterior. I used to feel ashamed of crying. When I used to see my grandmother in tears, holding my mother’s photograph, I used to feel uncomfortable. That was when my grandmother taught me to embrace tears with the same ease that I embrace laughter. And that has helped me laugh and live life to the fullest.


8.Honesty is the best prayer.

My grandmother was a very spiritual person. I had never seen her telling a lie. When I asked her how she manages to do it, she told me that the best way to be close to God, is to be honest. Satyam Shivam Sundaram! Truth is God. Over the years, as I became more spiritually inclined, these words of my grandmother got ingrained in my mind and helped me become a better person.

My grandmother left the world in 2017, when I was twenty six, but her life continues to inspire me. Just like Mahatma Gandhi said, “My life is my message”, my grandmother’s life was her message to all her loved ones. She was my grandmother, mother, friend, guide, and soulmate combined into one. She lives within me and her love sheaths me from every danger.

Blankets of snow
Fail to smother the warmth
Of my pashmina shawl
That my grandmother
Weaved for me
A decade back.
How adeptly
Her labor of love
Defeats the frosty thorns
From stinging me today.
Love alone triumphs!





“This post is a part of ‘The Woman That I Am’ Blog Hop #TheWomanThatIAm organized by Rashi Roy and Manas Mukul #RRxMM. The Event is sponsored by Kraffitti.”

Wednesday, 5 February 2020

Kindness and Love - Two Magic Wands!



Kindness and Love are the two magic wands that we are bestowed with. Are we using them enough in our daily lives? 

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

Watch Dobaara on ZEE5 to make the best out of second chances


Dhadkan sansein nahi banti
Agar dhadke nahi dobaara
Boond barsaat nahi banti
Agar barse nahi dobaara

Last night, I watched one of the movies from the collection of the ZEE5 film festival. These couplets from the movie Dobaara made me contemplate the importance of second chances. The movie starring the very talented Manav Kaul and Parvathy Omanakuttan is about a married couple, Paro and Mohan whose relationship goes through several ups and downs. This1-hour 7 minutes Hindi feature film is directed by Bejoy Nambiar.

The thought-provoking film made me philosophical. I thought about all the times when I felt sad about failing at something. Be it relationships or dreams, how easily we give up! Don’t we? We tend to think that if it is not working out, there is no point in trying another time. I thought about all the manuscripts that I abandoned when they failed to get accepted by publishers. I thought about all the friendships that I left behind because of some minor misunderstandings.

Would my life be different if I had decided to take a second chance at that time?
Could the connection in those lost friendships be restored?
Would the abandoned manuscripts ever see the light of the day?

Maybe. Maybe not. At least, there would be no regrets in trying one more time.
Letting go is easier; holding on is difficult. We all know that letting go is extremely important for our mental peace. But when something is truly precious to us, doesn’t it deserve a second chance?

The most important thing is to figure out how important and valuable it is for us. If the person or project holds immense value, we must try to give the relationship a fresh start. In the movie, Paro gets tired of her married life and leaves her home. She feels that there is no connection between her and her husband. There is no point in staying back. Her husband, Mohan who was quite indifferent to Paro’s feelings for years realizes the importance of his wife. As the realization dawns on him, he accepts that he cannot live without Paro, he decides to find her and bring her back. But will Paro give him a second chance?

The best thing about the movie is that anyone can relate to the circumstances. When I was watching the movie, I tried to put myself in the shoes of both Paro and Mohan. Both the characters were equally responsible for making their married life suffer. As humans, we tend to take things for granted until it goes away from us. But the most important thing is to realize the other person’s value and holding onto them. When Mohan realizes Paro has left him, he reminds himself that he has not left her yet. He embarks on a long journey to bring back his wife.

The importance of second chances is so beautifully depicted in Dobaara that it will surely resonate with you. To get a glimpse of the movie, watch the trailer here

Maana zindagi ki shuruwat
Mumkin nahi dobaara,
Magar mumkin hai har mod se
Ek nayi shuruwat dobaara.


The ZEE5 film festival brings 12 beautiful films directed by 12 top directors, 6 from India and 6 from Pakistan. If you are a movie buff like me, you will be having a great time watching the films on ZEE5. So, what are you waiting for? Download the App and subscribe to it to have an amazing movie night on the weekend. Keep a bowl of popcorn ready.


Monday, 5 June 2017

The Back Scattered Memories


Sometimes I wonder if memories drown us into the sea of pain or help us stay afloat in life. I guess it all depends on the way we treat those memories.

Haplessly longing for those moments to occur again in our lives can only make us melancholic, whereas cherishing those memories and feeling blessed that we could experience such good times in this lifetime can calm our hearts. After all, moments, the incredibly good ones are destined to be memories and such memories are destined to reside in our hearts. Dr. Seuss has rightly said, "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."

We, writers, have an advantage as we can write about those memories in a journal or blog. We can relive those moments in retrospect and make them come alive once again through words. Writing may not completely alleviate the pain, but it often helps us make sense of the chaos in our mind.  

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

My short story "Her favorite pupil" is a part of Writersmelon's Jukebox!


How does it feel when one of your favorite authors writes the foreword of the book that you are a part of? How does it feel to be one of the 15 winners of a nationwide writing competition? Fascinating. Exciting. Fabulous. 

That's what I felt when I saw that Preeti Shenoy has written the foreword of Jukebox, a collection of 15 winning short stories of Melonade, a nationwide writing competition organized by WritersMelon. Melonade, 2016 was judged by a panel of eminent writers, one of them was Preeti Shenoy.  

My association with WritersMelon is a long one. I have been reviewing books for them since 2015. I appreciate the wonderful platform that they provide to authors and bibliophiles to showcase their talent and promote their work. 

When WritersMelon announced their nationwide writing competition "Melonade" in 2016, I couldn't stop myself from taking part in it. I wrote a short story titled Her favorite pupil which is about the relationship that a speech-impaired student shares with his mentor. It is about the teacher's unwavering faith in her student and how the student restores that faith after fifteen long years.

Sometimes all we need in life is a person who has faith in our potential and talent much more than we have in ourselves. Faith is truly magical. It can move mountains. 



This short story is very close to me as I have seen such a relationship between a teacher and a student where the teacher's faith gave the student the courage to chase his dreams. My paternal uncle runs a deaf and dumb school. I have seen him working day and night on speech impaired children and change some of their lives. 


I was thrilled when I learned that my short story Her favorite pupil is one of the 15 short stories that will feature in the anthology by WritersMelon. The book is edited deftly by Priyanka Roy Banerjee and it was amazing ti share writing space with some very talented writers. Jukebox is the 10th anthology that I am a part of. 




Jukebox is divided into 3 sections: 
-Spine Chilling Drama and Suspense
-Quirky, funny and awkward moments
-Poetic love of hopeless romantics

As a reader, I am having a great time savoring these winning stories. I am sure you will have a great time reading this book too. As WritersMelon say, it is a book about life choices that will compel you to think about the choices that you have made in your life. 

Check out the trailer and grab your copy! I am sure you will enjoy the reading experience. 



"The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words."~William H. Gass



Wednesday, 17 May 2017

On loss, changes and adapting to them

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Isn't life a series of painful losses? We lose some people to death and some people to life (misunderstandings, ego, destiny). 

The more we love a person, the more the loss affects us. The pain becomes so unbearable at times that life seems like a merciless struggle to cope up with the losses that life throws at us in the most unexpected times. 


Yes, there are gains too. There are blissful moments of togetherness and love when we laugh so loudly that tears roll down our eyes.

There are cuddles that are so tight that the feeling lingers on long after. Within the blinking of eyes, those moments become memories of beautiful moments spend with our loved ones. And I believe only those memories prevent us from drowning in the sea of life. We stay afloat, clinging to the memories in our heart and believing that our loved ones are there with us, even if we can't see them. We can still feel them even when they are not around. 

Life is unpredictable and changes are an uninvited visitor 

Last month, my life changed completely as I lost someone whom I had loved more than my mother. In fact, she was the mother figure of my life. My grandmother, my darling Dida, who had loved me unconditionally and had raised me after my mother passed away when I was twelve. She was my mom, my granny, my sister and my best friend. Yes, she played all these roles in my life with deftness. And losing her was like losing a huge piece of my heart. 

The only consolation that I could give myself was that she got relief from the unbearable pain. It was arduous to see her every day writhing in pain in front of my eyes. She suffered for one whole month. She had a brain stroke. It was heart wrenching to see her battling with the loss of memory and tremendous pain due to secondary infections. She was at home for the last 14 days and I feel blessed that I could care for her like a baby. I got the chance to mother her for those 14 days. 

My grandmother was a very fit lady who did all her tasks herself. She made tea for me whenever she made tea for herself. Last year, she went with Dad and me on a trip to Darjeeling. The manager of our hotel was surprised to see an old lady like her bubbling with enthusiasm. Despite getting much less than what she deserved in life, she was so full of life. She was the epitome of goodness and cheerfulness. 

Adapting to changes because life goes on...

Now when I have to spend every single day of my life without this magical person who was my mother, grandmother, best friend, and sister rolled into one, I feel lonely beyond words. When I lost my mother, I had a mother figure in my life. But with the loss of Dida, I am completely motherless in this huge world. 

There are days when I cry, scream and feel that I can't take it anymore. But thankfully my habit of writing saves me in those times. I record all the beautiful memories with Dida in my journal. It feels great to relive those moments in the white pages on those dark nights. I am planning to start a memoir section on my blog too. 

We, human beings are great at adapting to changes. No matter how painful the change is, we ultimately find a way to adapt and start again. And when I get drowned in the overwhelming emotions, I feel Dida is telling me how much she misses that twinkling smile on my face. She hated my tears and always blackmailed me emotionally by crying more than I cried. 




This is the last picture that I had clicked with Dida before she had the stroke. It was taken in March, this year and how crazily we were laughing our hearts out that day. I had no idea that after two months, I will be writing this post about losing her.


Dear Dida, 
My moonshine,
I will always look for you
In the starry nights,
In the goodness of the world;
I will always feel you
In the autumn breeze,
The cardigan you had woven for me;
I will always remember you
While having tea, 
And listening to old Bengali songs.
I will always miss you,
Cherish you, admire you
And love you!







Saturday, 25 March 2017

When love becomes a journey!



I gaze at the autumn sky with a newly fallen maple leaf in my hand. The graceful cumulus clouds, oblivious to my inner tempest, look at me and sigh. Then, they continue their play as I try to unknot the memories of one particular autumn afternoon. The more I unknot the memories, the more they get tangled and along with them, I get tangled too - a chaotic mess. I start writing on the yellow notebook to unburden my heart. My spilled thoughts are all over the yellow pages. Every day, I write a new story as I try to unknot the memories. I add a new detail or change a dialogue as I read between the silences of a` moment long gone by. Finally, I have a thousand stories of a handful of memories. A thousand ways of feeling you by my side.  

I sail in your love
Every new moon to full moon
My timeless journey.



Linking with Poetry Pantry #346


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Wednesday, 22 February 2017

That Particular Song



I find music very much related to nostalgia. I have experienced it several times. You are having a regular day, busy with your work. Suddenly, a song plays on the radio and that takes you back to a different time, in a different place in the blinking of eyes. For the next 5 minutes, you are not in this world. And when the song ends, you realize the tremendous emotional impact it just had on you. 

"Nostalgia is a seductive liar."~ George Ball

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Sunday, 12 February 2017

The Dried Rose




The dried, dark rose
Concealed within the pages of my diary
Whispers countless words
On a full moon night
When the heart is soaked in love
And chained by memories. 

Those are the words 
That were left unsaid
Like an unsolved puzzle,
An incomplete play,
Or a beautiful portrait
Left half-colored midway.
You perhaps wanted me to solve it,
But I was no master at the craft
I was too naive for mind games.


Dawn arrives with a new hope
The neglected, dried rose
Sigh at an incomplete story;
I quietly close the diary
Unchain my heart from the memories
And get back to reality.

-Purba Chakraborty
(12.02.2017)




Have you checked out the new cover of my poetry book? The book is absolutely free to download on your Kindle App and Device till the 14th Feb. A small Valentine's Day gift from my side. Grab your copy from Amazon now!




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Saturday, 4 February 2017

Guest author in The Love for Colors, releasing on Valentine's


Since 2014, there is a similar pattern in my life during Valentine's day. Are you wondering what? Well, it is a book release, which I enjoy the most being an author. Whether an anthology or my solo book, Valentine's Day is the time of a new release. Last year, my collection of poems, The Heart Listens to No One was released on Valentine's Day and this year, the anthology Shades of Life 2: The Love for Colors is releasing. 




I was a part of Shades of Life that released last year, Holi. My short story Silent Offering is a part of the book. One day, when Sarav, the editor of the book invited me to be the guest author of The Love for colors, I was exhilarated. I asked him on which color I should write and he told me to write a poem blending the theme of colors and love. 

I associated each color of the rainbow with a girl's memories of a true love affair that is beyond physical separation. That is how my poem Epoch of our love was born which is now a part of Shades of Life 2 ~ the love for colors.  




I feel proud to be a part of this book because it is a very unique anthology. The authors have chosen a particular color and penned a story/poem that symbolizes the color. When the contest for this book was going on, the Shades of life Team uploaded a color chart so that the authors can work on their poem/story keeping in mind what the particular color symbolizes. 

I started reading the book yesterday and I am really enjoying the different flavors of the colors. I already read the poems and stories under the section Black and Grey. I am sure you will also enjoy exploring the various colors in the form of intriguing stories and soulful poems. 





Right now with the book and certificate in my hand, I feel extremely happy to be the guest author of this beautiful book which will release around Feb 14 this year. I will await your feedback on the book and review on my poem. Order your copy from the link below or gift it to your Valentine, if he/she loves reading.




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Monday, 9 January 2017

La La Land is for the crazy, dedicated dreamers!


“There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film and the right book, and it will understand you.”~ Bjork


That was exactly how I felt about the movie “La La Land.” There are some movies that draw you so deep within that you can’t come out of that hangover ever. I watched La La Land on 31st December and even after one full week, I find myself thinking about the movie. 

La La Land is a movie about the crazy and dedicated dreamers, the people who don’t give up on their dreams, no matter how much they have to bear for it. It is about the scar of struggles that people have to undergo while fulfilling their dreams. It is about the power of love that can inspire you to make your dreams come true.

 It tells the story of Mia (played by Emma Stone) who is a struggling actress. She works in a café and goes every day from one harrowing audition to the other. It also tells the story of Sebastian (played by Ryan Gosling) who is a struggling jazz musician. He plays jingles in a restaurant and is not allowed to play jazz as the owner of the restaurant hates it. When he gets carried away and plays jazz one day, he is immediately fired.


 When Mia and Sebastian meet, it is pure magic. They listen and understand each other’s journey. They can empathize with the passion both of them have towards their chosen art form. They inspire each other to rise above the circumstances. Sebastian, who dreams of running his own club, suggests Mia to write a play and perform it. It was extremely heartening to see how these two individuals play such a significant role in each other’s life and lift each other higher. It was soulful to see how Mia and Sebastian’s dreams come true.

La La land is a romantic musical with exceptional cinematography. The music, the dance, the camera work…everything was pitch-perfect. Each and every frame of the movie was poetry in motion. I don’t remember the last time I watched a movie that impressed me so much.


The scars of struggles that were shown in the movie were so relatable, that I guess, anyone who is struggling to fulfill a dream will surely relate to it. There was one scene where Mia breaks down and tells Sebastian that she thinks that perhaps she is not good enough after going through a series of unsuccessful auditions. I could certainly recognize that emotion. I felt the same way when my manuscript got rejected so many times for a wide range of reasons. We all feel that way when we face repeated rejections and the life of every artist has its fair share of rejections.

La La Land also makes you believe in the magic of love. It makes you believe that dreams definitely come true if you don’t abandon them. 

Have you ever felt angry when someone has not shown respect to your favorite art form? 

Do you wake up every morning with the desire to work towards your dreams? 

Have you ever faced a breakdown moment at night due to repeated rejections/failures and yet did not abandon your dream? 

Do you feel there is perhaps someone like you in this world who can understand your journey?

If you have answered yes to even one of the questions, you must watch La La Land. It is cinema and storytelling at its best. 


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Sunday, 4 December 2016

Perfect on Paper




All our rosy, poetic conversations
All the moon-lit dreams we shared
The telepathy we felt
On the most mundane occasions
That converted a moment into a miracle;

All our unsolved riddles
All our love laden complaints
The connection of souls we felt
In the lap of ethereal silence
That echoes deep within even today;

I wonder why, but they are only
Perfect on paper
Incomprehensible out of it
Reality, perhaps doesn't have space
For something so deep and esoteric.

-Purba Chakraborty
04.12.2016


Linking this poem with Poetry Pantry #331
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