This blog is a curated mixture of book reviews, travel plans, articles and poems on innovative battlefields, and a lot more garnishing elements from Preity Rashmi's thoughtful kitchen.
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I seize through pure life, to nurture and memorize my dreamy nap time.
Can we really pin this precious day down on the pages of a man-made calendar? Honestly, I didn’t even know in my childhood that there’s specifically a DAY decided for Mothers, all around the globe. I am not even sure now that when I am wishing my mother on this occasion, does she think of me less or more? I mean, for all those years, when she really needed the appreciation while carelessly running behind my needs and demands and tantrums and teenager-phases, I was not there for her to wish - “Hey mom, Happy Mother’s Day!”. Either I was too shy, or too irresponsible to consider a day to take account of her selfless efforts of motherhood. I am not saying I was a troublesome daughter, but the act of cherishing someone’s actions in words was not taught to us. But with time, with real adulthood and responsibilities, now when I look back to all those lost thirty “Mother’s Day” - when I didn’t wish her, I feel I should go back and hug her tightly, and tell her only two words - “Thank you...
I don’t have any specific opinion on feminism. Neither do I like to differentiate anything that is beyond the reach of gender neutrality. But I know for a fact that women are the most powerful creatures on this planet. They have the power to create a new life, suffer with blood every month and balance the mundane life with utmost pride all the time. They not only bloom but also spread the fragrance around them. I am also surrounded with such a wonderful community of women, who always support me in my lows and cheer for me in my highs. @Unicorn and @Authoropod have collaborated this time on the special occasion of Navratri, and I am so happy to contribute my flavor of colors in 9 different ways. I want to dedicate the essence of these shades to the strong women pillars of my life. Orange : Warmth and energy There’s no one more deserving than my grandmother and mother for this impregnable title. Both of them have always given me warmth so that I always feel secure. They pr...
Chitra Banerjee never fails to show the mysteries of women, behind every male-dominated story. “The Last Queen” is one such diamond from the historical events of ancient India. Author has gracefully and bravely described all the faces of a common girl, rising from ash like Phoenix. This book is divided into those stories of the last queen of Punja, Rani Jindan, who was a symbol of intelligence, wit, devotion and humor. Through “behind-the-scenes” coverage of evergreen ballads of famous kings, you will get to know the different side of the tale through Jindan’s eyes. This story is a simple life’s journey of Mayi Jindan, from a daughter/sister who was an epitome of innocence and love, to the mother who dedicated her last breath for patriotism. Honestly, I couldn’t put the book down once I started. Everything was surreal, like a real life story in front of my eyes, beyond the grand walls of Sheesh Mahal. I thoroughly enjoyed the intricate details of places, events, costumes, food, le...
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