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Before we begin:

If you're coming here after reading my bio, you'll know I spent a lot of my adolescence struggling with mental illness. I never had anybody to share my emotions with, not even at home. Moreover, I was mocked and jeered and sometimes, brutally bullied in school and private coaching. For a long time I was completely alone in world. I was in agony, but it was DIFFERENT from others, so quite laughable to them. I had nothing, nothing to ease my pain. 

That's when I began self-harm. Something I'm not proud of, but not ashamed of also. I never bother to wear long sleeves to cover my grossly scarred arms, for they show I'm strong. They show that I had fought tooth and nail to cling to life when nobody cared for anything other than my studies and career. But soon I began trying to find something else, something that wouldn't be so painful. I found a magic key, which was book.

I dived in the world of books, and began to heal little by little. Books performed the miracle which months of gruelling medicines couldn't. I learned to befriend with fictional characters, and slowly forgot that I was abandoned by my peers. I learned to travel through travelogues, and forgot that I would never be able travel further than my school and coaching, for a secured career. I learned to dream of things I would never be able to achieve. 

And then I learned something else: to express my emotions through words.

I think that's the beginning of my writing. It's not that I didn't write before, but from then the pen became my only friend. 

Find out some of my poems! 


  • Expressions : A collection of poems expressing heart out.
  • Sonnets : A collection of sonnets. 
  • Bengali Poems : I write not only in English but also in my mother tongue, Bengali. Find some of my works in Bengali here!


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