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A Chronicle of Commitment, Culture, and Courage “I’ve learnt loyalty from books. They don’t leave you until you decide to let go of it!” -Patrichia D’cruze Tucked away in the literary heart of Kolkata, among the ever-changing storefronts of Park Street, stands Bingsha Shatabdi, more than just a bookstore; it’s a living testimony of courage, cultural consciousness, and commitment to the written word. At its helm is Mrs. Kanchana Mukhopadhyay, whose life has become deeply entwined with the story of the store she now owns. The Inheritance of a Vision The origins of Bingsha Shatabdi go back nearly seven decades. It wasn’t just a business venture; it was a mission envisioned by Mrs. Mukhopadhyay’s parents, both exceptional students of journalism, who, even before their marriage, dreamt of founding a paper and a publishing house. That dream materialized in 1956. “The name ‘ Bingsha Shatabdi ’ came from their literary journal,” Mrs. Mukhopadhyay recalls. The philosophy behind it was deeply hu...
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WIFE - Heart of the sacrificer

Are you a wife?  Or have you been tagged as one? Think, reflect, and utter Whether you are known by your name Or known for the other. Are you infamous as the educated Or famous as the old and uneducated. Are you someone's? Or fighting to be one's own! What is it that stops you? What is it that holds you back? From breaking the glass walls! And facing the mirror!!  Oh, dear wife : You are a Woman, The power, Epitome of grace. Inner Beauty, Your identity, Strongest your brain. Heart, Of gold, Laden with love. Emotions, So pellucid,  placid, your nature.  You invested your life to nurture lives, With your analytical mind and warm nature, You have become the breadwinner, And the warm nurturer.  But now is the moment to go back, To the tea gardens that miss your aroma, So spread your wings and grow your tea leaves, Once again!
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Those Eyes - A mirror to the Soul

Those eyes,  Beautiful as the sweetest golden nectar, Those eyes, Like the moonlight shine, Those eyes, With festoons of love : Weave stories of life, Those eyes, Never learned to lie, Those eyes, Like The North Star, Twinkle, With millions of dreams, That had been long unfulfilled, Those eyes, A reflection of the inner eye, A mirror to the Soul, That I every day meet,  In my deepest sleep.
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FANATIC

  The cold breeze  touched her cheeks, As if to caress like the mother, Like waves in the dark blue sea, Her curls hit against her gentle face, Passing through her golden tresses, The curious breeze moved ahead to touch another, While the Fanatic stood their gazing, Her eyes brightened by the moonlight so strong. The starry sky gave a prideful look at the eyes below, “How could you shine brighter than mine?”, asked the sky. Lovingly the eyes replied, “It’s the happiness around that make me sparkle!” The sky twinkled thereafter like never before. That’s what happiness does to all! To the rhythm of the rustling trees, The chattering waves went dancing to and fro, While the Fanatic enjoyed the chaotic silence, The crickets decided to chirp all night long. The breeze seemed to carry sand along, Spreading a salty fragrance all around, Carefree, she stepped into the water, It tickled her sole and touched her soul, Carrying her back to her childhood, The water gave her back the days ...
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ON THE WINGS OF FANTACY

  On the wings of fantasy, Lay not your destiny, Aim to fly high, High up beyond the sky, Let no obstacles come in your path. On the wings of fantasy, Let not your dreams fly, Plant the seed of courage within, To grow the plant of success. On the wings of fantasy, Don't let your goals lose, See hindrances as weak opponent, Move ahead to achieve that is important.
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SLEEPLESS NIGHT

  Sitting at the balcony in the darkest hour, Under the blanket of our heavenly sky, Staring at the sparkling stars I spent many sleepless nights. Painting the picture of my happy self, That wondered in the dreamy night, I spent those sleepless nights, Thinking about feelings that do not hide. Always so marvelous my sleepless nights have been, Listening to the music of night, Reading the hearts of authors under the moonlight, Forgetting the past to welcome the beautiful future.
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SERENITY

Lost in the serenity of this beautiful earth, I swing like the lightest feather. Forgetting the weight of the present, I dwell in the serenity of the past. The thoughtful eyes make me wonder, How much chaos their mind holds. The creative minds hide from the monotonous humdrum, To taste the beauty of colours of life. It's them who runs after calmness, And the serenity of earth gives them so.
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