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Dusk

 Dusk    - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya  The sky, Change its form. I sit alone, On a roof by norm. Just as a ritual, As they fly casual. They are the birds, That passed,  bidding adieu, To the day.

A Question never answered

 Shrishti is lying down on her bed, it is a morning of March. The clock marks 8:00pm. Though she had slept last night still her body and mind is too fatigued. She is numb mentally and physically for the last couple of months. She got betrayed by her husband, went through an abortion and now under anti-depressant medication. For her, the whole world around her has come to an end unlike the meaning of her name. She is looking out through the window beside her bed but the morning sun does not provide a fresh start to her day. In order to know Shrishti and why is she in such a condition, come, let us look into her past life.                        For the last two years Shristhi was married to a man who was very rude to her. Though there was no evidence of physical assault but her husband's behaviour was insensible towards her. Being a girl with middle class moral values she tried to cope with her husband inspite of every kind...

Binodini Dasi and Patriarchy Dominated Theatre

Reading Binodini Dasi's autobiography, as a reader my inner self felt that the passive actress of the then theatre read my vulnerable mind. A real life character that at first served the economic interest of her family then served both economic and sexual interest of theatre and of the elite males (the 'babus') respectively. Poverty drove her to stage, and eventually theatre became her passion, her spirit of life. Being a widow since very childhood, in her youthful days she always wanted to have a family along with her theatrical life.                       Last Wednesday on 8th of March, on women's day I was fortunate enough to witness "Binodini Opera" at Academy of Fine Arts, where the eminent actress Sudipta Chakraborty played the role of Binodini Dasi. This is for the first time I felt the catharsis sitting in the audience chair by witnessing the tragic illusion created on the stage. Tears rolled down my cheeks as Binodini's pai...