Where My Childhood Still Breathes—A Silent Love Letter Written in Ripples Some places don’t just hold memories—they breathe them back into life. The Mighty Dighalipukhuri is that sacred space for me. More than a lake, it’s the cradle of my childhood, where every ripple still carries echoes of who I used to be. It’s not … Read more
When the Sky Breathes, Our Souls Listen There’s a moment—just before the rain, just before the wind cries out—when the world falls completely still. The birds hush. The trees stiffen. And in that deep, expectant silence, something ancient stirs in our hearts. That’s when she arrives. Sky-dancer Bordoichila—not just a storm, but a presence. A … Read more
The Vanishing Fragrance: How the Nahar Phool Became a Forgotten Prayer in the Rush of Our Restless Lives Listen—before the alarm’s glare and the world’s loud orders pull us out of bed, there is a secret hour when light drips gently through the sky, and the air still remembers how to sigh. In that tender … Read more
