Pondering upon a day at the Bazaar

The entrance to this bazaar opens with a chicken meat shop and right beside it a flower shop, sitting beside each other are chickens in a cage, half asleep because there are no customers right now and so it’s not yet their time to die. The bucket beside the cage where the butcher washes his

Cultural Polygamy of Bengal

Bengal is such a vast state one will never know until they have travelled along the roads in person. The picture is obviously clearer if it’s a first hand account of a central dweller. Being from Calcutta I often get to visit the beach almost every year, sometimes more than once. A month of extending