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Tread Softly …
As dusk settled over the New York Botanical Garden, a weary day transformed into a moment of joy. The playful laughter of children inspired a photographer, evoking thoughts of W.B. Yeats. Despite the imperfect images captured, they morphed into vivid memories and poetry, revealing life’s hidden beauties and the magic within fleeting moments.
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Postmarked Memories
Sabbath Silence in Dalhousie It was a sultry summer afternoon, the kind that slows Kolkata down just enough to let the memories breathe. With two dear friends—Kajal and Prateeti—I made my way to the grand old lady of Dalhousie, the General Post Office. But this was not the GPO I remembered from the bustling weekdays…
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A Home Built with Heart: Prabir and Aditi’s Eco-Friendly Villa
Baruipur, a suburb of Kolkata, on a corner of land gifted by Aditi’s father, two visionaries — Prabir, an architect with a creative soul, and Aditi, a seasoned expert in sustainable development — came together to weave a dream. They transformed a modest piece of earth into something extraordinary: a home that is not just…
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Framestory
My framestories are created unexpectedly. I am always ready for catching life’s confetti. I have realized everyday hustles hold hidden gems. Snapping photos turn the mundane into impressive. So, I never miss the mic drop moments. Even while running errands, I pause, not disrupting but creating something that calms me down and makes me happy…
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A Random Rainy Day in the City
Today is Sunday. We woke up to a misty, rainy day. Autumn is here. A few days of rain will soak the leaves to the root before it starts preparing for the cold, cold winter. Still it’s a Beautiful Day. Humming U2. Even though it’s raining, don’t let the clouds be swaying. May the wind…
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Pressed Memories: Oshibana
The art of pressing flowers, has become a poignant reminder of the ephemeral nature of beauty. As I carefully arrange the delicate petals between sheets of absorbent paper, I’m struck by the contrast between the vibrant life they once held and the fragile stillness they now possess.Each pressed flower is a frozen moment in time,…
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Farewell Summer
The temperature has started to dip. It has slipped into the late 70s or 80s in the day. The earth is slowly and steadily moving away from the sun on its elliptical path. Today is Sunday, a bright crisp morning. The kids are playing in the garden and their shrill voices are blended with the…
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In a Canyon, in a Cavern
We both spoke a little and each one engrossed within ourselves as we traversed through the painted valley of Utah and Arizona. We were mesmerized and were introspecting the masterpiece of nature. Many of these canyons are unnamed, not many tourists at sight. As we hiked through the canyon, the cliffs seemed to dance before…
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Come September!
“Every time you take a step, even when you don’t want to—when it hurts, when it means facing death head-on, or even if it means dying—that’s good. Anything that moves forward wins. No chess game is ever won by the player who sits for a lifetime thinking over their next move.” Ray Bradbury, you always…
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Captivating Everyday Moments