somsubhra banerjee
Bio
Loves mountains, sea waves, old buildings, petrichor, sound of night crickets, haiku, kintsukuroi , books, dogs, silences and also cacophonies!
Stories (53/0)
An Old Leaf, The Tree, And The Kid
A leaf twirls and falls to the ground. Spinning, swinging, revoluting. An old leaf, almost brown, trying hard to stay back amongst the lot many friends it has perched on the branch. But it's time. Time to leave. Time to amalgamate with mother earth. In its lap. Sleep. Peacefully. And await the rebirth again, next spring, atop one of those branches. Green, cheerful, happy. The cycle shall continue.
By somsubhra banerjee12 months ago in Fiction
Night At The Thakur Dalan
The sights and sounds surrounding your sensory nerves as you traverse into a Durga Pujo* mandap* can easily flabbergast you. So many things that go on simultaneously, and as you make your way through the happy cacophony, the cheerful hullabaloo of people, their smiles, the thread of energy that each one of them possesses at that very moment, and manages to share the same with everyone who visits Maa Durga*, is beyond anything that you'll ever feel. You'll slowly and slowly give in to the divine feeling, your brain, and your heart shall seep in everything, every single detail around and you'll enter a zone of your own, a meditative, a zen feeling, where everything else doesn't matter for some moments, it's only you, and the goddess, as you bow your heads in prayer, for a minuscule second or more, the overpowering sounds seem to fade, fade into the distant horizon, and it's only your soul, in front of the goddess, and the chants of prayer that you utter, eyes closed, pin drop silence, you feel there's a certain wave of cosmic and divine energy playing around you, your human senses aren't able to fathom what it is, where it is coming from, where shall it go after some time, nothing. You just keep praying, and after a moment, the sounds slowly return back, and things are normal.
By somsubhra banerjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
