Our life

She grows,

on the tallest of walls,

felling them, with the ease...

ছন্নছাড়া

ছন্দহারা...

I was a bit surprised to receive the call from my friend Ajay yesterday morning at 11. He never called at 11. If he calls, it is usually evening time. He should be busy with his affairs and don't have any reason to remember me now. Our work together will be in May. Not now in mid-April. Just as I guessed, there was a surprise in store for me...

কিন্তু সবকিছু ছাপিয়ে যা দর্শকের চোখ টানবে তা হল বাজিরাও ও মস্তানির শরীরি ভাষা, ওদের প্রেমের তীব্র যৌনতা ও আশ্লেষ। সে ভেবে পায় না বাচ্চা মেয়ে দুটি কি দেখল এই ছবিতে। কি দেখে বলল, মুঝে তো বহুত আচ্ছা লাগা, বা ঠিক হাঁয়। মস্তানি যে দৃশ্যে প্রসব বেদনায় পশুর মত চিৎকার করছে, কি দেখেছিল বা বুঝেছিল ওরা?...

Life is a very mysterious and complex journey. We make it more complex. It’s all about our thinking. Some people think that the main goal of life is to accumulate resources, vie for power and control over other people and go on to accumulate more resources...

I lost myself for sometime in the spectacle. floating at the foot of a tall column a majestic swan looked at me serenely. The blue white glow created a piece of heaven on earth...

Calming folk art on clay evoked long-forgotten memories. Enjoyed roaming around enjoying the beautiful clay art of Bengal...

The arching gate surprised us. It was made up wholly from hollow bamboo pieces. It is now dusty, colorless. Evening lights would lend its glow I thought...

As we entered the courtyard, walls around greeted us with colors we grew up with. It is classic Bengali folk art using mainly jute and bamboo strips. The color combinations was especially pleasing...

Among all the creativity, this place returned to the modern homely woman as Devi. Sometimes the most basic concept might be a great idea...