As we grow up we collect tales...tales which get lost in the dark lanes of our memory. But they are special, they are worth recollecting. In the heart of the most spirited city Mumbai, these are those lost stories of a girl. A girl who is a wanderer, who dreams to conquer the exotics of her country and beyond. She has opinions which she wants to voice, she loves cinema, she loves reading........these are TALES Aritra wants to TELL.......
To me and many other people from the state of West Bengal, Durga Puja is a celebration of life. An awaited time of the year when all plunge into delectable indulgence of celebrating the sweet togetherness of our society. It's a festival of charm, it's a festival of élan...it's a festival that celebrates the art and culture of the state and of the country as a whole. Kolkata especially is transformed into a showroom of vivid art, wherein the darkest niche of the city is enligh
Overlooking the capricious waves of the Arabian Sea hitting the boulders and Queen’s necklace of Marine drive, Dome, is ideal breeding ground for romantic seeds. It’s chic white couches and smartly placed candle lit lamps, creates an intriguing and exciting illusion of the dark and light. The blue illumination here and there, especially near the pool side, casts a deceiving magical spell on the onlooker. While the DJ continues bang on with the Swedish mafia, the cool breeze
“The signal goes red. Old Aunt Dorothy was waiting patiently for a long time for the signal to change color in her favor. She neither had the strength nor courage to cross the road with the racing vehicles around her. Now she slowly started walking on the zebra crossing, with her stick for support. The medical store was just on the other side of the road. But she could not make it to the store. A man too engrossed in his cell phone, broke signal and claimed her remaining life
Hello Friends!! I am back to my very own space after a long long time. Durga Puja celebrations had pulled me into an intoxicating twirl of emotions. However now I am back, back to telling the tales of my choice. By the way...How was your Dusshera/ Durga Puja? I hope you have had an overwhelming celebration time. Wish you permanent festivities inside your heart. Now this blogpost is a long pending one, my review of the movie "PINK", cannot wait more to pour my heart. I wanted
Terror attacks are not new to India or the world at large. We humans have learnt to live with this constant trepidation, day in day out. But that does not mean we have immuned ourselves from the pain these attacks bring to our existence. It doesn't mean that as our soldiers battle for us on the bloodstained grounds of the border, and we are untouched and hypocritical to behave as if everything is normal. Nationalist emotions are bound to arise in the hearts of every Indian. R
“My nation awakes to a morning dark, It is not the rain or the cloud profound. The sky misses its tranquil blue, It ought to be the dirt we threw around. My nation awakes to a morning dark, It’s tough to see in the darkness that surround. My chest aches and my lungs choke, Is it too late for the remedy to be found?” We often discuss about the not so clean roads, not so well maintained traffic of India. Especially after exposure to foreign countries (not all though), this diff
Goa symbolises the sea, the sandy beaches, the colourfully clad firang and desi people and most importantly the elaborate and palatable Goan cuisine. Few weeks back we were in Goa and for the 4th time. As expected we have had our share of site-seeing in our former trips, so this one we wanted to convert to a foodie delight. We started off with “Pedro’s” on the scenic Benaulim Beach of South Goa. It was a beautiful moonlit night and the sand was shining ceremoniously in its im