Wednesday, 14 November 2018

A tribute to the journey of the survivors, A story on behalf of Reshma, Sonia, Shabbo, Laxmi, Mohini and many more.. 
Inspired by the true stories ... #acidattack 
Sherose Cafe we salute you ...#thewephoenix

Our identity—is it the eyes, or the look it wears? Is it those lips, or the smile it wears? To me, it is both, adding meaning to each other, adding meaning to life.
Meet Chitrali #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

A soul, full of life and colours, like a gush of spring all over the meadow. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

She spreads her wings to fly high, to catch the sky.#acidattackstory #photostory #thewephoenix

While she was playing with the wind and her fluttering dupatta; her beauty was sweeping off the feet of her admirers.
Heads were turning, desires were mounting….The lover around the corner street was born.
“I love her” he said; “ I want her” he felt.
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He was waiting for the beautiful Chitrali, holding a red rose. The rose was as red as her lips, as fresh as her essence. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

The proposal didn’t go very well though. She said ‘No’. Irrelevant are the ‘why’s that worked in her mind…but it was a ‘No’. 
A firm ‘No’. Again a ‘No’. And again and again…. ‘No’
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The wheel of life keeps on rolling and so was for Chitrali. She got a job!
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She sought blessings from the Almighty as she takes the first step to make her dream come true.#acidattackstory #photostory #thewephoenix

She borrowed that cotton saree from her mother. It made her feel secured and confident. Neatly making her hair she stepped out
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In the corner of her eyes, she saw him. ‘Oh is it him? Waiting again?’ she frowned. She was wearing the same disapproval, the same disgust of repeated nags in her eyes. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

But wait….its not the same look in his eyes!
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And even before she could think of anything, there was a splash! She couldn’t decipher, she couldn’t reason and the concentrated acid was melting away her flesh.
Those hands brought her roses and those hands set her life on fire. What remained in between is the shattered pieces of his male ego and ashes of her burnt faith in love.
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Who knew that day she will lose her vision? Who knew from that day the world will appear so clear to her?
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Her defeated burning body was lying there, brutally ignored.
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She didn’t die. He didn’t intend to, either. Because death is absolute but mutilation is forever. In just one splash all color from her life turned pale.
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While she was still struggling to come in terms with her own destiny, society didn’t mind hitting new low each day. If some express their compassion telling how unfortunate their parents are, some others suggested to give her poison and end the pain…once and for all!!
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When life decided to play harsh with her, the only support she had was Family. The healing touch of her Ma was penetrating the layers of burnt skin and heap of ashes over the burnt soul. #acidattackstory#photostory #thewephoenix

He cursed his life for seeing the mutilated face of her ladli. His doting soul fails to gather courage to see her princess like that. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

They removed all mirrors from the house; a tiny effort to rescue her from the daily trauma
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But she catches her reflection in the water. It viciously shows her what she has lost. She misses her face, she misses herself. #acidattackstory#photostory #thewephoenix

In the ocean of mankind, kindness was what she didn’t find. She found her all alone in the crowd; walking her way against the tide, hiding her face while facing the world.
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There were hush stories, pitiful glares from the corner of the eyes, some judged her, while some kept on judging her fate. With time the wound in her body was healing while her soul was getting a new burn each day. When pity subsided, it was rejection in their eyes…loud and clear. #acidattackstory#photostory #thewephoenix

She is the same girl with her likes and dislikes and thoughts and dreams…..what changed is just the way she looks. And that made her ‘being’ at stake.#acidattackstory #photostory #thewephoenix

In each prayer she asked for a path. A path to relieve her from this humiliated life, this painful existence. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

Every day she tried to gather and join the pieces of her life and each day she retired tired. The exuberant pain of humiliation was blurring the meaning of life to her. She thought of ending it all.#acidattackstory #photostory #thewephoenix

After hours of fighting with her own self she accepts defeat and chose not breath the obnoxious air of the earth anymore. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

She took her final step to reach her final abode
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But…when man proposes, god disposes. Her destiny was calling her out ---towards a different dawn of thousand splendid suns.
Her step fell on a baby, another ‘she’ rejected from the society. The tiny life was tried to be cut at the nip by the evil hands of female infanticide. But destiny plays the best role in making the most far yet complementing ends meet. #acidattackstory#photostory #thewephoenix

She took the new born in her arms and in an instant she felt a current running her spine. The innocence in the eyes of the baby was washing away her painful tears. Holding the bundle of love was rejuvenating her from the deepest core of herself.#acidattackstory #photostory #thewephoenix

“Ya devi sarvaabhuteshu matri rupena samsthita Namas tasyai namas tasyai namas tasyai namo namaha||” With all her ten hands, Maa durga blessed her with the ultimate power of the universe---the motherhood; the uninhibited power of creation.#acidattackstory #photostory #thewephoenix — withPooja Sarkar.

and she named her Udisha, the first ray of a new dawn has touched her soul and lit the lamp of a new life. She raises above all the ashes and the burnt pieces of her old self. The immense potential of her human soul was pricked with reality harsher than her imaginations and she could already feel the vibration of the new life. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix

At the burning ghat the fire echoes death, but it drenched her with plenty of living energy. People attain the ultimate ‘mukti’ from life full of agony and pain in the hands of death; yet, she attained it through a birth… a rebirth of herself into a finer one, into a mother. #acidattackstory #photostory#thewephoenix #motherhood #newlife #mukti#manikarnika

There are hundreds of Chitrali, living in different parts of the world, fighting their share of war. This story is inspired by & dedicated to the the brave hearts of #SheroesCafe who inspite of facing the harshest reality didn’t succumb to the evilness of the society. The attackers could melt their flesh, but couldn’t burn their wings. Let us all come forward in support of this beautiful souls and provide a big blue sky for them to fly high…very high.

TEAM Behind this Photostory...
Concept and Photography Sudeshna Ritu Sarkar & Bijit Kumar Mukherjee
Face: Pooja Sarkar
Makeup: Debrup Ghosh
Sushmita Basu thank-you once again for putting my thoughts in to such beautiful words..

Monday, 1 January 2018

Every moments of our first love, weaves the desire of getting married to that person. And there can be nothing bigger satisfying than marrying our first love. Through different ages of our lives we not only grow, but evolve, and so is our love. True love is like a true religion which binds two person in self-less bond and helps to curve out the best in them.

Standing on the very center of today, love seems to have divided the life into best of memories(teenage) , best of realities (middle age) and the best of dreams (old age). This journey from the memories to the dream is indeed the most beautiful one, but surely not the easiest. With thousands of laughter and tears we live on and love full on!


That one feeling of thousand butterflies swarming in your stomach the moment you catch a
glimpse of your crush; right then you know you are in deep trouble…love has caught you!

 His every heartbeat wants her to look at him, to long for him…but where is fun if she shows it all! 

 The much complex feelings of love come with more difficulties of expressing it. The crossed fingers pray for those precious words; while the fear of rejection refuses to leave, no matter how correctly he chose his words. 

                  With that first rose, the entire garden blooms…the scarlet red blushes her cheeks

  Gosh! Did he make it deliberately? Or am I overthinking…our hands just brushed against each other? The Midas touch warmed their soul while time takes a break to tick, and heart skips a beat too. 

Experiencing many ‘first time’ accomplishments with our first love is the most charming thing to happen. From taking up new hobbies to learning new things, we discover new facets of ourselves which are polished each time by our love.  

 Experiencing many ‘first time’ accomplishments with our first love is the most charming thing to happen. From taking up new hobbies to learning new things, we discover new facets of ourselves which are polished each time by our love.  

 The fear of ‘what if, she minds?’ and the excitement of ‘let’s go for it’ kept on juggling with his mind; meanwhile they created the most treasured piece of memory of their lives.
   In today’s electronic world, love letters are history. But ‘Times New Roman’ fails to depict his hand writing, whatsapp ping won’t carry the smell of his perfume. Handwritten love letters are priceless keepsakes to cherish for life.

 The best part of teenage is the immense power and courage to dream! And the best dream is to be together for life. 

 Walking down the streets of life, he chose to pause, bend on knees and ask her to be the companion of lifetime.

 Let's start walking again, together. Commitments and expectations joined them as well.

 He took her hand into his, and the ball started. With each twist they discover the dark corners of each other and never fails to light them up with their love.

 The dance continues, as the river of happiness gushes in.

 'How dare you?', 'how could you?' and the wall of ego kept on adding bricks on it and somewhere the love is ignored.

'Sorry' always doesn't mean 'I am wrong', it sometimes means, 'the fight is not worthy enough to hurt you'. That smile in return makes it all up.

 His warm breath on her face, her trembling lips want to speak the unspoken. Their pounding heartbeats announces passion in the air.

 With every passing day, a bit of 'I' becomes a bit of 'we'.....a family start taking its shape.

Life is like beading a necklace, with each passing year they add a bead to the string, the family grows and the necklace takes it shape. On the 50th marriage anniversary, its not ‘you and I’ but its the laughter and the cheers of the family that make it a celebration.

 I save your winter with all my warmth as I long to see the coming spring with you. Her care works more than those three pills a day. 

 The mirror shows her wrinkles and grey hair, but in the mirror of my soul she is still the gorgeous lady for whom I get weak on my knees.

 While walking along the ocean, they collected sea shells, each one has its own story. On the retiring lap of the walk, they sit back and cherish those beautiful pieces of memories and re-live their journey once again.

 Every storm in life seemed big but defendable, as they were together. They have witnessed the death of closed ones and has survived the loss with each other. With love,compassion , trust and respect they keep themselve alive, from within.

 Do not worry, I am there! The commitment and reliance held hands, together forever. 

 The most undeniable truth of life is death. There are some people who made the deal up there and mocked death, as they walked till the finish line holding each other’s hand. 


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