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Personal Branding And Writing

Is Personal Branding and Writing Related?   Writing has always been a part of me, whether jotting down reflections on social media, crafting stories, or birthing poetry. But it wasn’t until I started seriously thinking about my brand that I understood the power of the written word. I realized that writing is not merely a vehicle for communicating ideas; it’s not meant to be confined to just me and myself. Writing is a mirror reflecting who we are and what we value, possessing a supernatural ability to connect with the world. It’s through the words entire cultures were shaped. Through...

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Godhuli

Shobhon and Malini chose Shantiniketan’s “Poush Mela“ as their first trip after their honeymoon. Malini was kind to Shobon’s constant request to visit Shantiniketan. Shobhon the introvert was not the one who plans vacations. But this winter he insisted on making this trip.

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The Journey By Train Prose poetry by Sanjukta Das

In the journey of life A lot of people jumped onto the train Towards a destination Called “Friendship” Some found the journey Tedious and uncomfortable A journey wearisome and arduos And jumped off very fast Some stayed on Yet Midway through the journey they encountered bliss And claimed it was enough. And a little later boarded a better train Some carried on Where the seats were cushioned with ‘Mutual respect’ they said And it made their journey more comfortable Bestowing solace upon their travel Some grew weary And claimed the journey was demanding Their steps turned wobbly They bid...

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The Library- Prose poetry by Sanjukta Das

I stepped into our campus library A temple of learning Where nurturing minds seek refuge And I held my breath Just witnessing to the shelves stretching long and wide Mesmerized by the vast enchantment Trapped in the labyrinth of books. I walked and browsed through the shelves A haven of books Each one numbered And in proper order kept Knowing each one was a boundless symphony of wisdom A treasure trove of knowledge unsurpassed “Please hold me and take me home” they whispered aloud in chorus Their silent shouts woven together Ready to defy the dignified camaraderie shared In...

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Author Sanjukta Das

Author Sanjukta Das

Born and educated in India, Sanjukta migrated to Canada and is now an author based in Toronto.

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Author Sanjukta Das
Radha's MurmurRadha does not speak of itYet it lingersIt is hersA quiet pulse beneath her skinA longing in her day's endless ache.She walks the worn path through the groves Where the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and dusk. Each step is measuredEach glance stolen.Her Anantha is everywhereIn the flute’s call that threads through the windIn the dust rising from the earth where his feet once pressed. Though she knows Her Anantha is within.She heard his name in the river's murmur And felt the sky blush at her lookShe knows how a thousand hearts bloom with love For him. But Radha does not covet him for herselfShe has no longing to possessShe does not chaseShe does not reachYet something within her leansWaiting.Then the flute sings again A sound only she hears While the night held her breathRadha closes her eyesThe echo settled into her Like the hush of a sacred promise. A soft smile touches her lips As she whispers to the wind, "I can wait."Her love is not a cryIt is a hushA secret she keeps even from herself.Painting Artist Vishal MisraCopyright © Sanjukta DasFebruary 4th, 2025 ... See MoreSee Less
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Author Sanjukta Das
Unspoken ReverieI have so much to tell youBut the words trembleToo fragile to hold The weight of what I feel.You walked back into my lifeAnd the air shiftedSuddenly softerFullerAs if the years apart had conspiredTo prepare this momentTo align us once againLike constellations in a familiar sky.I want to tell you How the sight of youEven after all this timeStill feels like sunlightSpilling into my shadowed cornersHow your voiceNot just a sound But a memoryA melody that carries meBack to a place I thought I had left behindLifting my heart to placesI promised myself I’d never return to.I want to tell you About the silenceThe charged electric stillnessThat lingers between usEven after yesrsThe minute our eyes metHow it feels like the rhythm Of old conversationsStill synchronizing our breathsInto something sacredSomething we’ve never Fully let go of.I need you to know How your touchEven imaginedStill leaves a markTracing invisible lines Across my soulLines that tether meTo the us we once wereTo a love that defies Both reason and time.I have so much to tell you.But even nowThese wordsNo matter how carefully chosenCan only be fragmentsOf what I still carry for you.This vast endless thingUnspoken yet undeniableStill whispers your nameWith every exhale of my soul.And soAs I sit hereLooking at youI say nothingTo the others.For what I feel Is too much for wordsBut perhapsYou already know.Copyright © Sanjukta DasJanuary 19th, 2025 ... See MoreSee Less
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