Life Is More Precious

Rita waited for her husband's return home from work, with his favourite food ready to be served. Her seven years old daughter was asleep while her two years old bubbly daughter was still awake. Rita was cheerful after days because her husband Krishna promised her the other day that he will give up drinking, that too swearing on his daughters.
The bell rang, Rita opened the door and found Krishna drunk. She could not believe what she saw. She could not believe that the father of her daughters did not keep his words even after vouching on their daughters. They had a heated argument. It was a daily phenomenon in their life. As usual Krishna went to sleep without having his food.
Rita was furious and crying unconsolably. Whenever they had a fight, Rita used to threaten to end her life someday, so, thinking it to be a regular thing Krishna did not pay heed to her. But that day, she, in a fit of rage drenched with kerosene and set herself on fire. When the fire caught she did not move …

After a long gap and.....

Its been more than a year I was out of the blogging world and I am once again trying very hard to dare to write something into my blog. I do not know if my blogging friends who used to be kind enough to visit my blog still remember me or not. 
I do not know what kept me away from blogging. I found nothing to write or it would be right to say that I was having a mental block. It is not that after a year I am here and right away I am writing this post. N number of times I tried to write something but hesitated. Today also, I am not sure I shall publish whatever I am writing.
It was not that I did not have anything to write. The last whole year had a few happy and proud moments which were worth sharing with you all. I am not sure you all will be interested in reading what I am writing because it is just about me. Because I always find it easy to write something which I have experienced. With the hope that you all will support me as you did earlier, I am daring to continue.
Akanksha, if …

Uditi, The Doll

Just wanted to share the different moods of my niece Uditi, captured on lens, by Anindya on the day we visited them a few days back. She is a doll whom we have never heard crying. She is a heavenly bliss, whose sight always brings a smile on everyones face.

Spam Comments

From last few days I am receiving so many spam comments on a particular post that it is driving me crazy. My blog does not have too much traffic. But among these less traffic also I am getting on an average ten spam messages per day. It is not that I have not received such messages earlier but of late I am getting too many a day and on the particular post only.
I do not know why my post A Healthy Breakfast is attracting so much traffic and that too all fake. I do not know much about the technicalities of blogging and now I am seriously getting concerned if there is any serious problem with my blog. Most of the spammers are from United States and RUSSIA. 
Is it normal to get such spam messages in blogs? I just feel if these spam readers would have spent a few seconds reading the post genuinely and leave a message, then I would have surely visited their blogs. I do not know what they get doing such bluffs. Are they able to attract any visitors doing such things? I wonder!
I sometimes fe…

Scholarship Examination

Today Akanksha appeared for a National level junior dance scholarship examination organised by the Centre for Cultural Resources and Training(CCRT). She was one among three dancers of Manipuri Dance stream but the lone candidate from her dance school. But there were hundreds of students from the Bharat Natyam stream.
She was under the guidance of Guru Kalavati Devi, Bimbabati Devi, Kunja Singh and Arpita Saha. They amidst their tight schedules managed to regularly train her. Apart of her regular classes Akanksha was provided innumerable extra classes by them. We are really thankful to her school, her dance teachers and the seniors who helped her in every step.
Her dance teachers Sri Kunja Singh and Arpita Saha who accompanied her to the examination hall said that she has given her best and that they are happy with her performance- both practical and oral. For me the teachers satisfaction was more then anything else. Now, its upto the judges and God. Also want to thank Akankksha for a…

Miss U

Why do I remember you when I am sad..
Why do I need you when I am happy..
Why I feel so lonely without you..
Why hiding my emotions give so much pain..
Even when I have made up my mind, I will move on without you..
Why you keep lingering on my thoughts..
Its so hard to be without you..
Whom should I go and tell..
I hope you too feel the same..
Who else will know the pain..
Still we have to move on, as we have different priorities to meet..
Silently praying that you be always happy in your world..
But still after so many years, I wonder why..
Tears roll down whenever I remember you dad!

Plight Beyond Hope

Last Saturday I opened my Facebook and saw a quote uploaded by a fellow Fb friend. It read - "Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always". Every time I read it I like it very much. I always find it so meaningful. 
That day the whole day I was alone as both father and daughter had a lunch invitation at dotty's dance class. They returned home at around 3.30 pm and the Mister went out in a hurry saying that he would explain everything after he returns. He just said that he was taking a nephew of us along with him and that he was going to meet a person he never met before. I was worried when he did not return till 12 midnight. I called him up and found that he was parking the car. When he entered, he looked exhausted and starving. After having his dinner he narrated what he was up to.
Anindya received a call from one of his friend from Bangladesh when he was in Akanksha's dance class, saying that a man from Bangladesh was in Kolkata a…