Mitali Chakravarty

Of dewdrops and grit

‘Shabnam’ is a dewdrop in Persian. Shabnam (1960) is the name of Syed Mujtaba Ali’s passionate love story that stretches beyond the history of nearly a century ago.

4w ago

The flute player

“I sing the song of equality– Of a country where fresh joy blossoms in every heart

6m ago

Let me be free

Let me be free. Let me be free 

7m ago

London cabs, jams and kinship

London, once the centre of the empire where the sun never set, dates back to prehistory with evidence of structures from Mesolithic times.

1y ago

When fiction challenges communalism

A journey that shreds castes and creeds to heal the self-esteem of a woman.

1y ago

Words of Love

Thoughts of a devoted poet

1y ago

Festival of Memories

Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.

2y ago
October 24, 2024
October 24, 2024

Of dewdrops and grit

‘Shabnam’ is a dewdrop in Persian. Shabnam (1960) is the name of Syed Mujtaba Ali’s passionate love story that stretches beyond the history of nearly a century ago.

May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024

The flute player

“I sing the song of equality– Of a country where fresh joy blossoms in every heart

April 20, 2024
April 20, 2024

Let me be free

Let me be free. Let me be free 

August 5, 2023
August 5, 2023
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023

London cabs, jams and kinship

London, once the centre of the empire where the sun never set, dates back to prehistory with evidence of structures from Mesolithic times.

February 13, 2023
February 13, 2023

When fiction challenges communalism

A journey that shreds castes and creeds to heal the self-esteem of a woman.

November 27, 2022
November 27, 2022

Words of Love

Thoughts of a devoted poet

November 5, 2022
November 5, 2022

Festival of Memories

Bulldozed brick by brick, my childhood was torn apart by tears streaming down the stone facade as my house collapsed.

October 15, 2022
October 15, 2022

“No Home or Land, No Country, No Earth”: Plight of the Refugees

“War is vast. It reaches across the horizon, loftier and older than peace. Killing came before war, but it might also be that refuge preceded war.

September 3, 2022
September 3, 2022

Two Poems

If sunflowers shone in the sky and clouds floated in lakes,