যাদবপুর

বিজয়া ঘোষ আজও আছে লেক,আছে তার সিঁড়ি, সিমেন্ট  বাঁধানো সাদা সেখানে বসেছে তরুণ তরুণী প্রেমের বাঁধনে বাঁধা আছে DSF, আছে SFI, ইউনিয়ন বীর এখানে বাঁধা যে চিরতারুণ্য সময় এখানে স্থির। ইউনিভার্সিটি তোমার  বুকের  বিস্তৃত  প্রান্তর, তাতে কি কখনও কোনো ছাপ পড়ে ব্যথা পায় অন্তর? ইউনিভার্সিটি, আমাদের কথা তোমার কি আছে মনে? গ্ল্যামারের ছটা ছিল না যাদের, ছিল যারা এক কোণে। শিলঙ-স্বাগতা, ক্ষ্যাপাটে বিজয়া, মালদার  কোহিনূর খবর রাখো কি কে কোথায় আছে, চলে গেছে কতদূর ? Ragging এর ভয়ে লুকিয়েছে যারা বাথরুমে  সারারাত কত্থক বোলে ব্রতচারী নেচে আসর করেছে মাত। মফস্বলের সাদাসিধে রানু, শিশিরের ছোঁয়া গায়ে, স্মার্ট হবে বলে ব্ল্যাক কফি খেত, চিনি বাদ দিত চায়ে, ইংলিশ মুভি কথা বোঝা ভার, ভান …

Rocky’s Magic Keys

Adrija Mitra Once upon a time there was a boy named Rocky. His dream was to be a superhero. Everyday he looked for an opportunity to be a superhero but he never found it. Growing up he slowly started giving up on his dream. The dream fairy took pity on him and made a plan. That night in his dreams his favourite superhero gave him …

I Am ….

Protiksha Ukil     I am a volcano, With soothing green grass growing all over my slopes, Little huts lining my feet and sometimes snow complementing my head, But look, look deep enough and you will find bubbling lava under that innocent looking crater, Provoke me, and I will be the epitome of destruction. I am a puddle of water, With insignificant ripples and a …

The Winter Sunflower

Saanvi Mazumdar I was completely blank! I kept walking towards the garden though I didn’t want to. What is happening? I tried my best to grab onto the stems of the sunflowers but something just kept pulling me. It was like a magnet that pulled me towards that pit. The big black pit and with my each step I came closer to it. I could …

The Ghost of Uma Villa

Sharmistha Dasgupta My father’s ancestral home, Uma Villa, more popularly known as Uma Kutir in Bengali, was named after his grandfather Umacharan Sengupta, a native of Dhaka, in erstwhile East Bengal. Umacharan had shifted to North Bihar sometime in the early years of the last century for professional reasons and chose to settle down in the small suburban town of Araria. It was a largely insignificant town by …

A Pair of Oranges

Rishikesh Sengupta Every morning, a young woman used to sit on the footpath in front of our house, selling Nagpur oranges. Just a single basket and though a little overpriced and relatively less sweet than other varieties sold in the market her wares would sell in no time. A little girl, about five years old, ragged and unkempt in appearance, her big eyes looking out …

When Love Conquered All

Mohona Chowdhury Preeti opened her file and took out the letter. Tucked in a white, crisp envelope, with a small handwritten note on the top – “To Preeti, the love of my life.” She opened the letter and started reading. Dear Preeti, I know by the time you read this letter it will be too late. It is sad how our parents never understood our …

Sandesh And Other Sweets -The Taste Enhancer

Sampurna Bandyopadhyay We have all read the great poem of Rabindranath Tagore where he wrote, আমসত্ত্ব দুধে ফেলি, তাহাতে কদলী দলি, সন্দেশ মাখিয়া দিয়া তাতে– হাপুস হুপুস শব্দ চারিদিক নিস্তব্ধ, পিঁপিড়া কাঁদিয়া যায় পাতে। (Milk and dried mango pieces were mixed together and then banana was mashed and added to the mix followed by sandesh. Everyone lapped up the delicious preparation promptly, reducing the ants …