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Posted on 31 August 2025 | 12:11 pm
Read postTime: November 5th The cold has already settled in Kolkata at the start of November. The sun is setting at a quarter to five, and the western sky is a deep red. At a crossing in Dharmatala, the traffic light turns red. Cars line up, one after another, and come to a halt. The young [...]...
Posted on 16 August 2025 | 5:34 pm
Read postLike everyone else who learns in school drawing classes, that's how my journey with drawing began. I never learned it separately beyond that. By "never learned," I mean I never had a formal teacher. I did get the freedom to roam around a bit during my college years, but I never misused it. I also [.
Posted on 6 August 2025 | 5:34 pm
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