By Nishi Pulugurtha
At times, it is very frustrating, but I needed to go on because Amma needed me the most. Everything is upsetting emotionally and mentally. My smiles might be hiding a lot behind them. It is hence very important to take breaks, do things that will help to cope with moments of tension and stress at home.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Susunia is the name of a hill in the Bankura district of West Bengal. There is a village of the same name nearby, too. The hill is known for its flora and fauna and is a favoured destination for rock climbers.
By Nishi Pulugrtha
The lady manning the shack and the men in the family disentangles the prawn seed from the nets and separates them. These seeds, she tells us, are sold to the prawn farms that we have seen on the way to Tajpur.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
In the era when Telugu films, released in the late 1970s and 1980s, were characterized by outlandish costumes and glaring colour, meaningless violence and absence of good plots, Viswanath’s films stood out by their sensitivity and concerns. Viswanath’s films successfully negotiated the chasm between offbeat/parallel cinema and popular films.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
A person with Alzheimer’s will slowly withdraw from family and society. Bodily functions are lost over a period of time, including the fact that they forget to eat and swallow. The rate of progression of the disease and the degeneration vary from person to person.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
For someone who earlier did not relish Bengali cuisine as it was not hot (she liked her food to be), she now likes it. She loves dishes that have a little bit of sugar added to it. A vegetable she detested was the pumpkin; it is her favourite now.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Dhanyakuriya is just about 30 kms from Barasat, not very far from Kolkata, yet most people living in the city and its surroundings have never heard of the place. We are awestruck by the huge mansions, at the fusion of architectural styles used in the buildings, at the sheer opulence evident everywhere, at the faded photographs that seemed to tell a story of a different time and era.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
As the sun sets, we head back to the resort. Walking back, we are taken in by the colours of the setting sun that lend the place a beautiful aura. Our holiday was coming to an end. As we spend the last morning, we decide to just soak in the quietness, the calm, and the serenity of the place.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
These beautiful structures, almost all in a state of neglect, bear testimony to a glorious past, marvelous sentinels that reveal the breath and purity of the red earth whereon they stand.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
A long walk down the unpaved road, away from the main market, takes us past a small hamlet to a rock that is nestled upon a couple of other rocks. The locals refer to it as Bhim Pakora. As we walk down the road, enjoying the beautiful sights all along, a local woman on her way home guides us and volunteers information.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Today I tried to walk her in the morning and found her very unsteady. She prefers to sit down most of the time. I realise that she does not feel fit enough to get up and walk. Just hoping that she continues the walk, maybe not the way she did it before, but a small, little walk, a few steps at a time.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
As I walk across the ramparts, traffic buzzes by. Within the fort, it seems another world, a world far removed in time. A world that goes back to a period read long ago in history books, a world of which we have just these ruins as witness of time gone by.
