“Some people read to escape the world. I read to enter a thousand others.”
Hello, reader.
My name is Debarati, and this is the beginning of something I’ve waited a long time to do— write for the world, from the heart.
I was born into a Bengali family, but my upbringing was not wrapped in the traditional Bengali customs you might expect. Ours was a simple home, full of warmth and routine. I was raised as a single child, and that meant my world was often quiet. My parents worked hard, and though they gave me everything, there was a kind of silence around me that I grew used to—a silence that made me turn to stories.
Books became my escape and my companion. I spent hours reading, imagining, and sometimes rewriting the stories in my head. What started as a habit slowly became my way of understanding the world.
I have always been drawn to literature, especially genres like thriller, horror, and mystery— anything that quickens the heartbeat, a secret waiting to be told. Later, literature led me to another deep interest—history. While reading powerful stories, especially about women and their struggles, I realized how many voices had been lost in time. That curiosity made me dig deeper into Indian history, Dalit literature, and women’s narratives. I discovered strength, silence, injustice, and resilience—all waiting quietly in dusty pages.
Alongside reading and writing, I found joy in painting and dancing. I had once trained in Kathak, but had to step away due to medical issues. Still, the rhythm never left me—it now flows into the way I speak, teach, and express.
Today, I live in Silvassa, a quiet town surrounded by nature. But my dreams often travel far—to snowy hills, to windows that open into mountain skies, to places where stories breathe freely. My heart often feels like it belongs somewhere between a bookshelf and a mountain peak.
I pursued my graduation and post-graduation in Mumbai, and the time I spent in the hostel changed me forever. As a single child, I had grown up keeping most thoughts to myself. In the hostel, I finally had people who listened. And that changed everything. I started expressing my thoughts, sharing my opinions, and slowly, I began to feel seen.
Later, I became a teacher—something I had never imagined for myself. I teach primary children, and although I once doubted my ability to do so, I have now come to love it. I may not be teaching literature or history at a higher level yet, but I bring real-life stories, memories, and imagination into my classroom every day. And my students? They’ve taught me that even young minds understand more than we believe. They laugh with me, read my moods, and remind me to show up as my best self—on good days and bad.
So why am I starting this blog?
Because some stories are too precious to stay unwritten. Because even if no one listens, I still want to speak.
Because I know there are others—maybe like you—who feel the same. This blog will be my voice.
Here, I will write about literature, history, geography, and social issues that matter to me. I will share beauty tips, thoughts on life, and perhaps even fragments of poetry or memory.
There is no grand plan. Just a quiet beginning.
Thank you for reading this far.
Let’s walk together—one word at a time.