#KolkataChronicles Archives

JUNE

When rain is of the last alphabet of JuneNothing remains in surface.Words nor silence..When someone empties a basket fullof dark

Beneath my feet, it breathes—this soil of Kolkata, warm with stories.It remembers Tagore’s pen,the thunder of Netaji’s dream,and the silent

Bahrain walks with golden sand beneath her feet,Her breath is scented with oud and date-sweet.She lifts her veil of dawn

My home is in the valley of heaven,Under the bossom of mother natureThe valley remains virgin for ages,Contain her beauty

The Untold Story of the Lost Empire of Jharkhand It was the year 1615. I was racing through the forest

Brushstrokes of Eternity: How Indian Paintings Continue to Enchant the World By Kavya Patel | June 2025 Edition | The

India’s Unconventional Arts: Hidden Treasures Now Shaping Global Creative Culture By WFY Bureau | Section: Art & Culture | June