I had been pondering on this for a while now. 

How do I, as an author, measure success?

Difficult, and, at the same time quite simple which became apparent to me the more I thought about it.

There are two aspects to success - financial gain and emotional satisfaction.

As an author I want to sell as many books as I can. 

I also want to achieve emotional satisfaction after having written a book. All that time spent in creating characters and scenes, places and incidents live - they are now a part of me living inside me after my book is published.

My debut novel MOONLIGHT - THE JOURNEY BEGINS was picked up by a local book club. They invited me to their meeting to discuss my writing, the characters, inspiration behind the story. I am in awe of my readers. 

A second wonderful thing happened just recently. A reader came up and said - I hope you are writing another book. She was one of the first to have purchased my novel. We spoke at length and during the course of our conversation I discovered how much she had enjoyed reading MOONLIGHT - THE JOURNEY BEGINS. I was able to say that I am writing a second novel. Stay tuned. 

In conclusion, I can now honestly say success as an author to me, is emotional satisfaction.

In gratitude,
​Purabi

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Going through some of my writings from the early years, I came across my first book WHAT WILL IT BE THIS TIME, a collection of personal essays which I published on Kindle when the world we had known went into a collective lockdown in March 2020.

One essay stood out. It's called LEAP OF FAITH and here's an excerpt:
"When we set out to achieve a life-long dream, a desire, it requires long hours of hard work, plenty of patience, and a large dose of courage. To a writer rejection can have far-reaching results. However, courage to go on is the key here; to dust off and keep going. Courage breeds determination. Determination is the key to success. Obstacles will materialize along the way. Then it’s up to us to either allow those obstacles take over or clear a path and move forward."
Purabi Sinha Das, Leap of Faith
from What Will It Be This Time

This belief is part and parcel of who I am; it holds me up when times are tough and the light at the end of the tunnel just a question mark.

Friends, if you wish to read more, I welcome you to my website to access WHAT WILL IT BE THIS TIME through a direct link. https://www.purabisinhadas.com/whatwillitbethistime.html
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And, since I love sharing my pictures with you, here are some from the Van Gogh Immersive exhibit in Toronto we visited in Nov 2020, when masking was mandatory. This was a birthday gift to me from our daughter. I'll never forget that experience. 
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Take care, stay safe and well.
In gratitude,
Purabi

Look at the colours! This projected on the walls of the auditorium, while we walked, sat, lay on the ground...just gazing at the beauty. Van Gogh Immersive exhibit, Toronto, Nov 2020
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Another exhibit...we felt like we had entered a Van Gogh painting. At the Van Gogh Immersive exhibit, Toronto - Nov 2020

where thatched roofs crown the painted walls of mud huts
fish of all shape and size ripple in playful swirl in ponds
and life happens under the shade of ancient trees
lush fields sprout fresh produce, goats and cattle roam free
on this land of the red soil.
This is Birbhum
 
I came across Villfood Kitchen @villfoodkitchen last year, and turned into an ardent fan of their You tube channel. When our TV is turned on at home heralding the end of a work day, I settle down cradling a cup of tea and wait for the magic to begin.

A group of people, from the district of Birbhum, West Bengal, are doing great charity work travelling from village to village in Birbhum, cooking mouthwatering meals for the villagers, at the same time, attempting to  revive the lost recipes of Gram Bangla/Bengali village.  Sometimes aided by donations from their loyal subscribers.

Through these vlogs I see the wetlands abounding in this region, places I have never been to but dream of. I am with them on the banks of a pukur/pond in the shade of a khejur/date tree, throwing stones glazed smooth by rain, into the water. I laugh out loud at their antics when they try to catch fish using a fisherman’s net or just by hand. Sometimes, it’s a mosquito net – like the one I have slept under back home. How innovative.

I travel with them on screen as they wander through far-flung fields, watch them dig out vegetables from the ground, pack them in jute bags. The farmer, though busy at his chores, will often stop to help. The four men, who are regulars on this vlog, pay the farmer, balance the bags on head and shoulders and move on. I travel with them as their three wheeler stops at a chosen spot – generally under an ancient banyan tree, or at times in a field beside a pukur/lake.

I lean forward to get a better view as they dig a hole in the sand or brown earth in the open placing three bricks to make three points, light a fire with twigs and wood they brought with them; then, the cooking process begins in enormous pots to feed the entire village of about 200 people. I feel myself relaxing visibly by watching the children at play – some climbing trees, others drawing on the dusty ground with a twig, and some singing in the sweet treble that only children possess.  Nearby, goats and cattle graze. The air is filled with birdsong. The sky, as big as the hearts of these four men, is the canopy above.

“Return you to your dwelling places…” Kahlil Gibran’s immortal lines from A Tear and a Smile resonate in my mind. You see, Birbhum is where my ancestors had settled, I was told. They may have arrived from the far north. I am not sure and daily regret not having asked my father who passed away when I was still in school.

Every day I watch these vlogs and mentally return to Hazaribagh, because the scenes are so reminiscent of my place of birth. 

I chose these pictures of Hazaribagh and surrounding areas I had taken one year, as an accompaniment to my piece. I encourage you to watch Villfood Kitchen and Village Cooking blog on YouTube.

A sudden burst of mental sunshine on a gloomy sunless day…
That rush of fuzzy warmth when the voice you are waiting for, calls…
When someone mentions the name, you are too shy to say…
Your heart beats so loud you are afraid you might faint…
That feeling, hard to describe, is here to stay…
Eternal, as the earth’s splendour, is this Song of Love.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
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by: Purabi Sinha Das

I had drawn this picture long time ago for my husband when we weren't married. He had kept all my drawings I used to send him as greeting cards for Christmas and Birthdays. Writing takes up all of my time now so I have stopped drawing. Fortunately, I can dip into this repository when I want to complement one of my poems with a drawing. To me drawing and poetry are interwoven, each breathing its own life into the other.

When nature is left alone, allowed to flourish as she is supposed to, we are given a gift that stays, grows, becomes ever more meaningful with each passing day. When we tinker with nature, the opposite happens. We all know how that is turning out to be in our own lifetime.

I was watching a show on television, where a group of designers entered a challenge to produce outfits for different occasions. There were different levels with each challenge becoming more and more outlandish. It was interesting to hear the participants talk among themselves about what was scariest, who was the weakest link, and how to win. Winning was the goal.

I understand all about journeying towards the goal of winning. But what struck me was how the judges reacted to the designers’ outfits. On the one hand insisting participants be creative, then flipping back to emphasize current trends in clothing.

Creative, as I understand, is the ability to create from one’s own imagination. One participant, a multi-talented designer on his own merit, found himself eliminated in the final round because he insisted on remaining true to himself. His designs spoke of him, they were uniquely his.

When we remain true to self, we must work harder. It takes courage, but is also supremely satisfying.

I find trees to be the best teachers. I don’t know the name of the trees below, but they take my breath away every time I see the pictures. We are used to trees with symmetrical branches, or whose branches shoot upwards. But these two speak to me – maybe because they are so out of the box.

The necklace, made from banana leaves, is from Costa Rica. I was drawn to it the minute I saw the necklace. It is now, one of many such unique pieces of jewellery I have collected during my travels, each piece a testament to someone’s creativity.

To be truly authentic to our own creative self is a steep climb but well worth the effort.

When a book has a map, family tree, and glossary – I am truly appreciative. I understand the amount of time and energy the author has invested in putting them together.

In October 2022, I watched a YouTube presentation by Philippa Gregory, at The Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn in London, where she spoke about this book. 

​I love anything to do with history – any country will do – and listening to the author explain how in 1685 there was a threat of renewed civil war against the Stuart kings, background of Dawnlands, her latest book, piqued my interest.

It was Christmas 2022. Among the many gifts under our Christmas tree, there was Dawnlands. A gift from my son. I held the book in my hands, turned it over, ran my fingers over the beautifully designed cover, and opened it - to find two maps and a family tree.

If not for the Family Tree, I would have been at a complete loss to understand the relationship between the characters of Dawnlands, having never read the first two books in this trilogy.

My novel Moonlight – The Journey Begins (https://www.amazon.ca/Moonlight-Journey-Purabi-Sinha-Das/dp/1039103162/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1628814640&sr=1-1) has a glossary of the Bengali words in the book with their meaning in English. I had done this on purpose. Recently my book was picked up by a Book Club. I was invited to one of the meetings. It was a lively discussion with many questions about my writing process, whether I was writing a sequel, and best of all - how helpful the glossary had been.

Connecting with my readers is a beautiful experience because then I get to know their insights, as well as, expectations. What they loved, vs, what they liked. What they want to read more of. This way I can continue to hone my craft for I must always remember – I write for my readers; not just for myself. 

We celebrated Valentine's Day ahead of time.

Does it matter? I don’t think so. 

An opportunity came up and we travelled to Niagara Falls on the first day of February. The day was sunny, without a pesky wind to ruffle your hair or send chills down the spine; I had given myself permission to take the day off. I do love what I do, that is - write, but even I need to get away from my desk sometimes. My excitement knew no bounds at the prospect of seeing Niagara Falls in the middle of winter.

Gazing out of the window, I was suddenly reminded of my first visit to this iconic wonder of the world. That was in the month of September, the time between summer and autumn when hot days are followed by cool nights. A beautiful time of year in Canada. I had arrived in this country the previous month. That was a long, long time ago.

This time, however, we were travelling during the period when cold days are followed by even colder nights; a frozen earth bears brown trees, snowdrifts all over the countryside, and the scenery heartachingly beautiful.

We dined at the famous Skylon Tower’s revolving dining room in Niagara Falls.  The slow rotation of the room is unique; from a height of 775 feet, we took in the spectacular views of the Falls and river from every possible angle you can think of. To be able to relax in the elegant and peaceful atmosphere while enjoying a delicious meal, was special. And, then the pianist began to play the piano. I couldn’t have asked for more.

The Winter Festival of Lights, Canada's largest free outdoor light festival presented by Niagara Falls Tourism is yet another bonus during this time. Festival theme this year is "energy" along an 8-km route where you get to walk (bundle up) or drive taking in spectacular displays at the Queen Victoria Park, Table Rock Centre, Dufferin Islands, Floral Showhouse and Niagara Parks Power Station.

Pictures I take will never do justice to this breathtaking display, I concluded, quietly slipping my phone camera back into my pocket.