The Inheritance I Never Asked For
There is a particular hour – sometime between the last tea of the evening and the first silence of the…
The Faith That Never Asked to Be Defended
We all have watched it grow quietly for a while now. A joke about how we pray. A sneer at…
Indian Employees Are Not Slaves. Why Are We Celebrating Their Exploitation?
An Open Letter to Mr. Piyush Goyal Dear Mr. Piyush Goyal, It is deeply unfortunate to see the working conditions…
মা দুর্গাকে ছোঁয়ার অধিকার কার?
আজ সকালে চায়ের কাপ হাতে একটা খবরে চোখ আটকে গেল। বিসর্জনের সময় যাঁরা প্রতিমা বহন করবেন, তাঁদের পরিচয় নাকি নথিভুক্ত…
My Father Ashish Kumar Deb – The man who belonged to nature
Today (16th Oct 2026), at 8:25 in the evening, my father breathed his last. He was on his way to…
A Casual Discussion That Walked Us To The Cave Of Amarnath
There are journeys you plan, and there are journeys that plan you. Ours began the way the best ones often…
Warsaw Uprising Museum – Where Silence Speaks Loudest
Visiting The Uprising Museum in Warsaw has been in my bucket list for a long long time. But I didn’t…
The Swarm and the Mountain – On outrage, cockroaches, and the slow work that no hashtag can do
Mountain people learn to distrust a certain kind of weather. The wind that picks up out of nowhere. The sky…
হঠাৎ করে খুঁজে পাওয়া একটা লেখা
রাত 12 টায় যখন ঘুম আসছে না আর পাহাড়ের জন্য একটা অসাধারন আকর্ষণ অনুভব করছিলাম, তখন হাতে মোবাইল নিয়ে কিছু…