Sharmila Ray is a poet and non-fiction essayist, writing in English and anthologized and featured in India and abroad. Her poems, and non fictional essays have appeared in various national and international magazines and journals.
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She is an Associate Professor of the Department of History at City College, Kolkata. She has authored eleven books of poetry. She has edited a bilingual anthology of American and Indian writers-Bridging Continents with Gopal Lahiri. She was on the English Board of Sahitya Akademi (National Body of Letters, Govt. of India), Conducted poetry workshops organized by British Council, Poetry Society of India, Sahitya Akademi. She has been reading her poems in India and abroad. Her poems have been translated into Hindi, Bengali, Urdu, Slovene, Hebrew and Spanish and Uzbeck.
She has received many awards for poetry. She has been reading her poems in various National and International Poetry Festivals.
Pastries were an extension of my growing up years. Each colourful beauty got located in the experience and recollection of my childhood. Pastries, temptation soaked in contemplation…
The lemon tarts always got diffused and made me think of Klimnt’s Kiss. All yellow and dripping gold with spots of red… Van Gogh’s Peach Tree with violet trunk and clusters of white flowers took shape in the body of a pink pastry with a dollop of white cream. Chocolate truffles always reminded me of Rembrandt’s universe, a superb orchestration of earth colours-warm amber, ochre, sienna.
This then was my pastry-world rooting in the depths of my heart, a bridge across to something unthinkable, unimaginable. Believe me pastries could be gems buried in flour, egg and cream or Chinese lanterns hanging from Van Gogh’s Pear Tree or it could blur all formal representation,become lines and colours taking pride in Kandinisky’s canvas,
Bohag (Part 2) The performance came to an end in a while. Then followed a series of welcome speeches one after another, by the Chief Guest, the Guest…
Beside The New Mosque By success, I mean paradise. Dwellers of paradise find absolution from their daily sins on a daily basis. That is why, to me, the truly…
Pancham: The Urban Timbre (Part 9) A few photographs to commemorate Rahul Dev Burman. In his short and rich career as a music director, Rahul has worked with almost all the…
Dolphin We listen to the crow cawing. I and Jhunu. There are no other birds, only a crow on the branch of the berry tree. We…
Mythical Goddesses of Bengal Mythical goddesses of Bengal’s folklores, legends and the vernacular narratives, have always fascinated me. They are rooted to Bengal’s traditional rural moorings. Despite their ownnpersonal…
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