Madthinksss Stories

22/05/2025

18/04/2025

We loved like the first gust of a Kalbaishakhi storm..wild, reckless, full of fire.We gave everything...our time,our energy and our hearts,,
believing that this love would anchor us.But like every Kalbaishakhi..
what starts with passion often ends in silence.The skies darken, the winds roar and before we know it..everything we held on to is gone.
We stood there in the aftermath..shattered, soaked and wondering where it all went...! We thought we lost everything.
But here's the truth I want to share with you...sometimes, it takes that kind of storm to strip us bare..to break down what isn't meant for us.
Because in the ruins, we started hearing our own voice again...
In the silence after the thunder we found peace. We loved so hard that we forgot ourselves but when it ended..we had no choice but to find who we truly were. So if you're standing in the middle of your own storm right now... don't be afraid..Kalbaishakhi doesn't just destroy..
it clears the air & It teaches you to breathe again.
And sometimes...losing love is how you come home to yourself.🤎

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16/04/2025

In a world filled with chaos..we often search for peace in places far and wide..hoping to escape the noise that surrounds us.
We look for it in the quiet corners of the world,in serene landscapes or in the embrace of those we love.. believing that these things will heal our restless hearts.
But the truth is..peace isn't found in the world around us. It lies within, amidst the battles of our own hearts..hidden beneath the layers of fear, doubt and longing. We may seek comfort in others.. believing that their presence can fill the void..but relying on people to bring us peace is not the solution.
No matter how much we love or are loved, true peace cannot be given or received from another,,it is something we must find within ourselves. Only when we come to terms with our inner struggles and learn to accept ourselves fully.. can we uncover the stillness and serenity that has always been waiting inside us. 🤎

05/04/2025

[The rain falls because the clouds can no longer handle the weight. Just like tears fall when the heart can't handle the pain. – The Fault in Our Stars 2014]

Rain has a way of telling stories without words. It falls when the sky can no longer bear the burden it carries. Just like us,,We hold in storms of memories..of heartbreak and longing, until one day, it becomes too heavy. And then..
we break silently at first, with a trembling breath and then completely..
as tears flood our eyes. Just like the rain, we fall..
hoping that with every drop,a little of the sorrow is washed away. 🤎

21/01/2025

In the heart of Baghmundi village, Purulia, lies a sweet tradition that began 40 years ago with Azhar Mondol, a kind and dedicated local resident who pioneered the craft of Nolen Gur making. This documentary captures the timeless connection between Bengal's winter and the aroma of freshly made Nolen Gur. From collecting sap at dawn to boiling it into golden nectar..this is a story of heritage, hard work and community a tradition that lives on as a symbol of Bengal's winter charm. I dedicate this documentary to the Gur-makers of Baghmundi, and all the Gur-makers across Bengal who continue to preserve and nurture this sweet legacy of Bengal.

A heartfelt thanks to Azhar Mandal, whose generosity and permission to document this process made it all possible. Without him, this story would have been completely incomplete.

16/01/2025

আপনারা কি বিশ্বাস করবেন? যদি বলি, পুরুলিয়ার বাঘমুণ্ডি গ্রামে নলেন গুড় তৈরির সূচনা করেছিলেন গ্রামেরই একজন বাসিন্দা, আজহার মণ্ডল। প্রায় ৪০ বছর ধরে এই কাজে যুক্ত আছেন তিনি। তাঁর থেকেই শুরু হয় এই গ্রামে গুড় বানানোর গল্প। শীতের নলেন গুড় আর গ্রামবাংলার সম্পর্ক প্রাচীনকাল থেকে অটুট। সেই সম্পর্ক আজও জীবন্ত। বাঘমুণ্ডির প্রতিটি কোণে শীতকালে নলেন গুড় তৈরি হয়। তাহলে ধরেই নেওয়া যায়, এই গ্রামে আজকের নলেন গুড়ের ইতিহাস প্রায় ৪০ বছরের পুরনো।

ভোর সাড়ে তিনটা থেকে ছ'টা পর্যন্ত খেজুর গাছের রস সংগ্রহ করা হয়। তারপর সেই রস পৌঁছে যায় চুল্লির ধারে, যেখানে কাঠের আগুনে ফুটতে থাকে সোনালি তরল। এখান থেকেই তৈরি হয় সুগন্ধী নলেন গুড় আর পাটালি। তারপর সেই গুড় গ্রামের স্থানীয় বাজারে এবং কলকাতার বিভিন্ন জায়গায় বিক্রির জন্য পাঠানো হয়। শীতের সকালে নলেন গুড়ের গন্ধ যেন পুরো বাঙালির হৃদয় জুড়ে একটা আলাদা উষ্ণতা এনে দেয়।

আর বাঙালির কথা উঠলেই, এক কথায় বলা যায়, বাঙালি মানেই 'পেটুক'। শীতের সময় নলেন গুড় দিয়ে তৈরি রসগোল্লা, সন্দেশ, পিঠেপুলি - এসব ছাড়া বাঙালির জীবন যেন অসম্পূর্ণ। গরম ভাপা পিঠার সাথে নলেন গুড়ের মিষ্টি গন্ধ মিশে যে আনন্দ তৈরি হয়, তা ভাষায় বোঝানো কঠিন।

বাঘমুণ্ডির নলেন গুড় শুধুমাত্র একটি মিষ্টি নয়, এটি গ্রামবাংলার ঐতিহ্য, কঠোর পরিশ্রম, এবং প্রকৃতির সঙ্গে মানুষের মেলবন্ধনের এক অসাধারণ উদাহরণ।
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📍 PURULIA,Baghmundi

02/01/2025

[Mamabari and the Lost Simplicity]
When I was just a little kid, one of my favorite moments was during holidays traveling to my mamabari [Grandma's house]. We Bengalis call it mamabari and for me, it wasn't just a house but a sanctuary.We would always travel from Kolkata to Soyla in the early morning. On those trips, I didn't need my mother to wake me up. Growing up in a chaotic town where the streets were noisy and life always felt rushed, visiting mamabari was like stepping into a peaceful dream.
My mamabari was in Soyla, a small village in Paschim Medinipur. Every time we visited..it felt like entering a different world..a world filled with love, simplicity and joy. Life at mamabari was slower yet so much more fulfilling.
But as time went on, things changed. Most people from the village moved away and some to other states,My mamabari grew quieter,and after my grandmother passed away..it felt as if the soul of the house was gone.
But this winter after many years..I visited Soyla again. Leaving behind the chaos of city life..Walking through the fields and lanes..I felt an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.
As I wandered through the familiar paths... I saw a little boy playing in the fields, carefree and full of life. He reminded me of my younger self free, unburdened, and living in the moment. For a fleeting second..
I wished I could go back to those days..living without the pressures and complexities of adulthood.
Life changes as we grow. As children we marvel at the simplicity of the world..finding joy in the smallest things,,a walk through the fields, the sound of rustling leaves, or a shared laugh with family. But adulthood brings responsibilities, jobs, and a constant race to achieve more..often pulling us away from the innocence of our early years.
As adults..we often lose ourselves in the chaos of work and obligations, forgetting the carefree moments that once defined us.
In the end, life isn't just about running after achievements. It's also about holding onto the little joys and revisiting the places and memories that made us who we are. My trip back to mamabari reminded me of this and for that...I'll always be grateful.
Madthinksss Stories

30/12/2024

December comes with a new charm, as Calcutta embraces its misty morning whispers. The fog blankets the streets, the city's soul wrapped in winter's embrace. ‘कलकत्ते जैसा शहर तो रूहे जमीं पे नहीं’where every corner tells a story, and every breath feels like poetry.

20/12/2024

["বছর গেল, বছর এল, জীবন শিখিয়ে গেল কিছু হারানো, কিছু পাওয়ার গল্প।"
Years pass, years arrive, life teaches us tales of loss and gain.]
Every year is like a chapter in the book of our lives, and 2024 has been no different. It came with lessons that shaped us, moments that warmed our hearts, and challenges that made us stronger. This year gave us reasons to smile and moments to shed tears. Some people became a memory, leaving behind their love and lessons, while new souls entered our lives, bringing hope, joy, and new beginnings. As we step into the final days of this year, it feels as though time itself whispers to us reminding us of the value of every moment, the power of resilience, and the beauty of growth. Let's carry forward gratitude for what was, hope for what's to come, and kindness in our hearts as we welcome 2025 with open arms. 🌻

15/12/2024

In the quiet of December, where the mist wrote stories,They walked together...two hearts, one journey.The fog couldn't hide their love, nor time erase,For even in the cold, they found warmth in each other's embrace. 🌻