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Kaushik Ghosh

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It's not easy either way- Going away from or coming back to you. Coz every time I go away- I leave a part of me behind. And when we meet again, I realize, that a part of me is still with you. ©Kaushik Ghosh #kaushik_poetry #Kolkata #Calcutta

It's not easy either way- Going away from or coming back to you. Coz every time I go away- I leave a part of me behind. And when we meet again, I realize, that a part of me is still with you. ©Kaushik Ghosh #kaushik_poetry #Kolkata #Calcutta

Sakshi Vashist

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Like a child has just woken Like the dream left unwoven Like a poem unsung Oh Calcutta, you are like art unstrung #calcutta #unstrung #unsung #unwoven

Like a child has just woken Like the dream left unwoven Like a poem unsung Oh Calcutta, you are like art unstrung #calcutta #unstrung #unsung #unwoven

कमबख्त_कलम

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आजकल तो, ये भी समझ नहीं आता साहब, हाजमोला की गोली ज्यादा छोटी है या लोगों की सोच ? #कोलकाता_मेट्रो_मामला आपको ये लेखन कैसा लगा, कृपया इसे बताइयेगा जरूर। लेखक का उत्साहवर्धन होता है और खुशी भी मिलती है। #yqbaba #yqdidi #calcutta #metro #cheap_mentality #cheapthinking #sambhav

आजकल तो, ये भी समझ नहीं आता साहब, हाजमोला की गोली ज्यादा छोटी है या लोगों की सोच ? #कोलकाता_मेट्रो_मामला आपको ये लेखन कैसा लगा, कृपया इसे बताइयेगा जरूर। लेखक का उत्साहवर्धन होता है और खुशी भी मिलती है। #yqbaba #yqdidi #calcutta #metro #cheap_mentality #cheapthinking #sambhav

Aditi Bera

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*A note to Durga Puja* The sun leaves its last glamour on yet another day in the City of Joy,which is now set to glow in the beauty of the raw clay idols of Kumortuli.A myriad of hues.Red and gold.The artisan moulding the clay and giving it shape.It's nearly time,when the "Female Power" annihilated the demon in "Mahishashura".It's time,when the cumulus clouds float lazily against the azure blue,in a perfect sync with the quotidian "kaash phool" of the most eagerly awaited "Shorot Kaal".The smell of bamboo.The sight of the pandals being erected everywhere.The clay deities being wrapped in "lal-paar-shada-sharee" in the "thakur dalan".The essence of the most coveted "shiuli phool" and lotus.Dispelling all gloom,the melifluous voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra rings in the air.The shutterbugs clicking away candids in the heart of the city.Dear,festive fervour,you are heartily welcomed into our lives... With love, A Calcuttan. ©Aditi Bera ©lost_wind #kolkata #calcutta #cityofjoy #durgapuja

*A note to Durga Puja* The sun leaves its last glamour on yet another day in the City of Joy,which is now set to glow in the beauty of the raw clay idols of Kumortuli.A myriad of hues.Red and gold.The artisan moulding the clay and giving it shape.It's nearly time,when the "Female Power" annihilated the demon in "Mahishashura".It's time,when the cumulus clouds float lazily against the azure blue,in a perfect sync with the quotidian "kaash phool" of the most eagerly awaited "Shorot Kaal".The smell of bamboo.The sight of the pandals being erected everywhere.The clay deities being wrapped in "lal-paar-shada-sharee" in the "thakur dalan".The essence of the most coveted "shiuli phool" and lotus.Dispelling all gloom,the melifluous voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra rings in the air.The shutterbugs clicking away candids in the heart of the city.Dear,festive fervour,you are heartily welcomed into our lives... With love, A Calcuttan. ©Aditi Bera ©lost_wind #kolkata #calcutta #cityofjoy #durgapuja

Aditi Bera

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A tinge of pink and scarlet. The towering Howrah bridge touching those cottony clouds. It was yet another evening afterglow,when they both met. Those rolled sleeves of the familiar deep blue shirt. A pair of rimless spectacles. That pair of impish eyes,which she had fallen in love with. The rain drenched Calcuttan streets,bustling with the cacophony of the heavy traffic. The frequent yet romantic taxi rides in the City of Joy,unlimited. Those "gorom kochuris" of the dingy "telebhajar dokan",seasoned with a tale of eternity. He held her hand as the loose windswept end of her orange Baluchari sharee wrapped itself around him. The low drizzle created a magic of its own as their hearts bathed themselves in the hue of love. The breeze brought with it a faint melody of,"Cholo bole feli...koto kotha koli...jonmeche bolte tomay...tomake chai..." ©Aditi Bera #kolkata #calcutta #cityofjoy #howrahbridge #taxirides #love #lovestories #kolkatalove

A tinge of pink and scarlet. The towering Howrah bridge touching those cottony clouds. It was yet another evening afterglow,when they both met. Those rolled sleeves of the familiar deep blue shirt. A pair of rimless spectacles. That pair of impish eyes,which she had fallen in love with. The rain drenched Calcuttan streets,bustling with the cacophony of the heavy traffic. The frequent yet romantic taxi rides in the City of Joy,unlimited. Those "gorom kochuris" of the dingy "telebhajar dokan",seasoned with a tale of eternity. He held her hand as the loose windswept end of her orange Baluchari sharee wrapped itself around him. The low drizzle created a magic of its own as their hearts bathed themselves in the hue of love. The breeze brought with it a faint melody of,"Cholo bole feli...koto kotha koli...jonmeche bolte tomay...tomake chai..." ©Aditi Bera #kolkata #calcutta #cityofjoy #howrahbridge #taxirides #love #lovestories #kolkatalove

Aditi Bera

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The specks of Prussian blue are still the same...vast and azure...The heiroglyphic scars in my heart,spoke of our clichéd love story,some scribbled poems,a few unfinished chronicles and a bundle of undelivered letters...The promise of a "HAPPILY EVER AFTER" lost to another fairy tale,named "SHE".And,I sit here in this dingy Calcuttan tea shop,sipping the dusk over the phenomenal "Kolkatar matir bhaarer dudh cha" and a "projapoti biskut".... ©Aditi Bera #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings #dedicated #lostlove #calcutta #teashop #matirbhaarercha #projapotibiskut #memories #quotes

The specks of Prussian blue are still the same...vast and azure...The heiroglyphic scars in my heart,spoke of our clichéd love story,some scribbled poems,a few unfinished chronicles and a bundle of undelivered letters...The promise of a "HAPPILY EVER AFTER" lost to another fairy tale,named "SHE".And,I sit here in this dingy Calcuttan tea shop,sipping the dusk over the phenomenal "Kolkatar matir bhaarer dudh cha" and a "projapoti biskut".... ©Aditi Bera #situationmadewriter #chronicles #love #lovestories #pain #feelings #dedicated #lostlove #calcutta #teashop #matirbhaarercha #projapotibiskut #memories #quotes