Mitali Chakravarty

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.

When fiction challenges communalism

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

Words of Love

Thoughts of a devoted poet

Festival of Memories

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

“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.

Two Poems

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

Creation

A brief history of the creation in verse.

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,

August 4, 2022
August 4, 2022

Creation

A brief history of the creation in verse.

June 4, 2022
June 4, 2022

Waves

Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only

April 16, 2022
April 16, 2022

“In the sky of knowledge, there are no borders”

“Today it seems to me that every festival in Santiniketan offered homage to the seasons in some form or other… Much later I learnt that the festivals of Santhals and other Adivasis are the expressions of respect for farming and forest life. There are forms of nature worship based on an advantage of the earth as a primal mother.”