Let’s just be honest here. If you grew up in a Bengali home, the idea that your lovingly made maachher jhol or that Sunday mangsho could be silently working against your heart feels almost insulting. Most of us eat home- cooked food, we do not live on burgers and fries. In our mind, it is … Read more
It rarely begins as a concern. A bit of sneezing in the morning. A rash that fades by evening. Slight discomfort after certain meals. Nothing strong enough to interrupt the day, yet not entirely ignorable either. Give it time, and these small signs start forming a pattern. The same reaction, under similar conditions, repeats without … Read more
It rarely begins with something obvious. More often, it is a stretch of months that feel slightly off. A cycle that shifts without warning. Skin that does not settle the way it once did. A kind of tiredness that lingers, even on lighter days. None of this seems serious in isolation. So it is easy … Read more
Kolkata rarely feels threatening to the lungs. It feels lived-in. Familiar. The air smells of damp walls after rain, diesel at crossings, dust warmed by afternoon sun. Breathing continues, so concern stays distant. What changes is not the act of breathing, but the margin around it. Effort creeps in where ease once lived. Stamina shortens. … Read more
