The Potion
When we were little, my brother and I dreaded falling ill. Not because of the fever that gave us chills or the cough that made our ribs hurt or a million visits to the bathroom that left us dehydrated. … Read the rest
He Died Young …
He was my younger brother, the youngest amongst all our cousins. But the one with the largest heart and the greatest generosity of spirit. His loving and affectionate nature won him friends everywhere. My late husband, Tridib, started his eulogy … Read the rest
The Green Notebook and Bengal’s Many Pasts
A designed paper -green, a tad shade of blue- sticks to the cardboard cover, torn at the edges and frayed across, holding together lined pages surprisingly intact; the writing inside is in blue fountain pen, clear and unspoilt. That is … Read the rest
Who is the Baro Babu?
Sitting down at my desk in the new office. I opened the dak(mail) file to find a flaming pink notice staring at me, announcing that as electricity bills of over Rs. 28000/- had not been paid in time, the … Read the rest
Childhood Memories and Tales from the Past
This is written by Late Lt. Col. G.L.Bhattacharya in 1978 when he was 60. It has been translated from Bengali by his son, Dr. Pradip Bhattacharya
I do not remember anything before the age of 3. I heard from my … Read the rest
My Earliest Memory
Anagha, my daughter, told me yesterday her oldest memory is of me giving her lunch. She remembers me giving her small pieces of lady’s finger sabzi,[note]vegetable curry[/note] making up stories about it. She remembers me telling her … Read the rest
My Daddy, Strongest
I’ve been thinking of my father a lot, of late. It’s been ten years since he’s been gone and he still leaves a huge hole in my life that will never ever be filled. When I was in a quandary, … Read the rest
A Trail of Blood…And Spy Tales!
This is a page out of Lady Hardinge Medical College memories in New Delhi in the late 1960s. We were in the third year of College. It was our prerogative as seniors to devise ways to harass the freshers. It … Read the rest
The Turn of Wheel: a Spiritual Sojourn
This is a continuation of Part I
At about 4.30 p.m. on 4 April 1961,[note]4th April was the date of Sri Aurobindo’s arrival in Pondicherry in 1910[/note] near the border between West Bengal and East Pakistan, I found … Read the rest