Dr Rumpa Das, an alumnus of Dept of English, Jadavpur University, is Principal, Maheshtala College, Kolkata. She has taught English for over two decades as Associate Professor in English. She was Deputy Secretary (Academic) at the West Bengal Board of Secondary Education on deputation for a period of two years. She has published widely in India & abroad, and spoken in more than thirty international, national & state-level seminars and conferences. She has also delivered talks on Women Empowerment, Media and Gender, Motivation and Communication in several workshops and conferences. Her areas of interest are Gender, Media and Culture Studies. Her publications include two books and four edited volumes (all with ISBN) , with more than fifty published articles in books and journals. She is a member of Rotary International and Member, Advisory Committee of the Acid Survivors & Women Welfare Foundation India (H P Kanoria Foundation initiative and associated with NGO Agami Nirman2003.
She is a poet, creative writer and a reviewer. Her poems, short stories & reviews have been published in many books and journals, notably Madras Courier, Muse India, NorthEast Review, Borderless Journal, Techtouchtalk and in Hibiscus: Poems that heal and empower. Her latest book of poems is in press.
When not busy in administrative and academic work, she loves to cook for family and friends, spend time with senior citizens living alone, and read books.
This year is different -
The man told his woman
As they sat in my shade,
And I casually waved my slender leaves
...
Who says the world is coming to an end?
Where is that affliction which love cannot mend?
Who says a virus has power like Devil?
...
As the last rays of the russet sunset kiss the dismal coconut fronds,
Evening descends on earth, yet radiating myriad hued bonds.
Bonds of blood, bonds of love, bonds of care and bonds of trust -
And more such bonds of habits and lust, bonds that hurt and bonds that rust.
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The smell of KeoKarpin in your wet hair every morning
The white patches of Cuticura talc on your sweat- soaked neck
As you hurried to prepare Bapi' s
'Office' er bhaat' and our morning edibles...
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You left me forever
Ten years ago this day.
Did you think I was strong enough?
I was so tired, ma!
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