Our identity is our truth. But the search for one's identity is anything but easy. It's because identity itself is not as straightforward a
“When they sell, copper turns to gold but when we do, that very same gold becomes dust…”
The cuckoo's call is ushering Spring, our favourite season. Once again, the premises of Charukola will fill with activities; cheerful women with garlands around their necks and gerbera blooms...
I was introduced to Jibanananda in 1999. In December of the penultimate year of the last millennium, I became 18; Jibanananda Das had just turned 100 in February.