For friends old and new 🙂 Au revoir ! Till we meet again in 2024 🙂
Month: December 2023
Another One for Dad…
…if you can hear me Au revoir ! Lupes
Season’s Greetings & Best Wishes for a Happy & Prosperous New Year
Wishing all my readers and their families a very happy Yuletide Season 🙂
Yet Another E-Book Online
The Complete Collected Poemsby Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay The Complete Poems of Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay. This edition comprises of both her earlier volumes on poetry, Meghmallhar and Meghashyam. This collection has been published in the year 2023 for all lovers of poetry and the finer things of […]
For Dad : Eighteen Yellow Roses by Bobby Darin
This one is for this December 19 and all other December 19s. Dedicated to Dad… Au revoir ! Lupes
Spring Cleaning in Winter
At the end of every momentous year (yes, I do consider every year to be momentous in its own way), I tend to mentally declutter or rather spring clean my mind. As I have often mentioned in the past, being an introvert and living […]
A Home Away From Home
It has been more than a year ( my first post was on the 27th of August, 2022, to be precise) that I have been blogging on Vivaldi. I began in last August and have not given up on blogging despite the regular hiccups […]
My Books are now available on Google Play Books
Both my books are now also available on Google Play Books in the Google Play Store app. Kindly click on the links given below in order to access them. Megh Mallhar: The Song of the Rains by Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay – Books on Google Play […]
The Planning & the Execution
We, the writers and poets are strange creatures. We love planning. Planning our manuscripts. Planning on which days we will write which chapter. Planning the exact materials that we will use (they may range from battered typewriters to laptops to computers to paper and […]
December & I
November quivers each time it is destined to leave my threshold. Decembers enters my doorway, dark, deep and somber. It has been such for the last 12 years. I do not wish to reveal the details of the somberness of December through my writings. […]
