Mother- The Quintessential, Underrated Fashion Designer by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
From classic tailored ones to sexy draped silhouette. She gave more attention to detailing. Stylish overtures and a lot of embroidery....
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Mar 2, 20211 min read
Sylvia: A Poet's Last Night by Deepak K Choudhary
Shut inside her room, She kept writing Till late that evening, Slipping into the cold, misty Depths of a dark night Friends called her,...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Mar 2, 20211 min read
When We Meet By Soumyashree Bhattacharya
In the vibrance of pubescent spring, the hyacinth adorned season's king, amidst the petal lacquered meadows we meet, moistened with the...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Dec 30, 20205 min read
A Selfish Father by Manideepa Lahiri
"Didi! Bandh karne ka time ho gaya hai." Startled, I glanced up from my book and found the chaprasi hovering above me. I looked around...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Dec 30, 20202 min read
Where Are You Now? By Preeti S Manaktala
In the whispers of the night As I glance the sky I feel you guiding me to the Orion and to the clusters above “They hold a whole new...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Dec 30, 20201 min read
The Devil's Catch by Lisha Patnaik Das
Not once did you say The flowery curtains Are beautiful in a way! They veil my pretensions, Your valiant absence Comfort of lies that we...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Dec 28, 20201 min read
The Grey Infinity by Sudipta Chowdhury
You, the surreptitious verse of moon, Flare up my passion when the clock struck twelve, Facilely incarcerated my petals in your crevasses...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Dec 21, 20201 min read
The Nightingale and the Rose by Babita Kejriwal
A lonely lover laments For a bright red rose, A nightingale flying above Decides to melt his woes. She flies over hill and vale Searching...
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Chrysanthemum Chronicles
Dec 12, 20203 min read
Charu a poem by Mahua Sen (Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore’s story Atithi)
As the sun goes down, I hear the quiver of my heart ... the pale evening gloom twins with my skin. The sweet fragrance of parijaat wafts...
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