The beauty industry lures women and brainwashes them as naïve. Women are compelled to piggy back that false notion of freezing age and they are sort of induced into a constant hunger of clinging on to their younger-self.
Author Mahua Sen writes about her hometown of Forbesganj in Bihar.
Mahua Sen writes a poem for Outlook.
A prose that leads readers down the memory lane of aromas, smells, fragrances and odours that eterenally breath fresh life into old memories.
Sometimes, an ache and despondency crawl beneath the skin. However, the author tries to flaunt their best crescent. For, that’s life, with all its sweet, tangy, bitter, not-so-good, and delicious flavours. Isn’t it?
The author talks about a feeling of longing, nostalgia and homesickness. An irremediable ache for the bygone, or, an yearning for a place or people, a feeling of something amiss that is unfathomable.
The poet finds Kolkata as a lingering taste in her dreams.
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