Sunday Talks

Sunday Reflection by Avijeet Bhadra

I would consider Death as a person who is just doing his job. People hate such men for what they're doing, but in the en...

Sunday Feature: Walk in the Woods! Once you fall for them, it’s impossible to come out of the sensuous bond! It’s a bond...

Sunday Morning Diaries 500gm all-purpose flour, a blob of oil and a dash of salt. It had been like a Sunday ritual in Mi...

If the Autumn is here, can the tunes of the soul be far behind? It is the time of autumn when the soft, tingled breeze...

The ceremony Took a halt at a ceremony If I could have little long , Turning the catastrophic misrule in me Revolt I sai...

BLUEBEARD'S CASTLE 🌃 🍂I killed a man , with a weapon unknown. he won't let me in through the seventh doo...

Title: Through my Imaginary Wings If I could fly high like a kite, I would have danced in the air and floated with the...

WINTER MORNING It was a early winter morning, I was sleeping peacefully Wrapping my body tight under my blanket A warm r...

Mesopotamia What is there to cultivate Patamos* ? A History of an ancient city The ringing bells of the distant temple A...