A Melody That Outlived Time.
A tribute to Asha Bhosle, whose voice became an eternal echo of emotion, memory, and life.
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Tag: AuthorSanjuktaDas
Shakti in Six Yards And Autumn Radiance
As the golden leaves fall, I reflect on the strength women carry within. Last year, I captured moments with incredible women, draped in saris—a symbol of grace and the Shakti within us. Like nature, we transform, embracing change with resilience and turning challenges into growth.
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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...
Read MoreThe 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...
Read MoreThe 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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- Immigrant Women at Work: The Courage To BelongSeries #3: Networking When You Arrive and There Are No Connections One piece of advice… Read more: Immigrant Women at Work: The Courage To Belong
- The Shape Of Loneliness
The deepest loneliness is not an empty room— it is being admired for the colours while no one sees the wound that mixed them. - The Woman They Saw in Me
Gratitude for women in my life.
