In every household, in every corner of our land, there are stories. Stories whispered by grandmothers, songs sung by mothers, and poems written in quiet moments of reflection. These words are not just letters on a page; they are the very threads that weave the rich tapestry of our culture.
Imagine the gentle murmur of the Brahmaputra, carrying stories whispered through generations. In the heart of Assam, this river of tales finds its voice not just in the rustling bamboo groves, but in the powerful words of its women. For decades, a remarkable organisation has been the silent, steady guardian
In the lush green valleys of Assam, where the mighty Brahmaputra flows with stories of ages past, another powerful river has been flowing for decades. This is not a river of water, but a river of words, courage, and creativity, carved by the women of the land. This river is
Assam ki dharti par, jahan Brahmaputra apni leheron mein na jaane kitni kahaniyan sanjoye behti hai, wahin ek aur nadi bhi hai. Yeh nadi hai shabdon ki, himmat ki, aur rachnatmakta ki, jise seencha hai wahan ki mahilaon ne. Yeh kahani hai Sadou Asom Lekhika Samaroh Samiti (SALSS) ki – ek
In the heart of Assam, where the mighty Brahmaputra flows and the air is thick with stories, a silent revolution began. It wasn't a revolution of swords, but of pens. It was born from the quiet determination of women who knew their stories, their poems, and their thoughts
In the heart of Assam, where the Brahmaputra flows with timeless tales and the air is thick with the scent of tea leaves and tradition, a powerful literary movement took root. Imagine a space created by women, for women—a place where their stories, poems, and thoughts could finally find
In the lush, green valleys of Assam, a quiet but powerful river of words has been flowing for half a century. This river is the Sadou Asom Lekhika Samaroh Samiti (SALSS), a beautiful gathering of women writers who have been nurturing the soul of Assamese literature since 1974. It’s
Think about the stories your grandmother told you, the lullabies your mother sang. These weren't just simple tales; they were threads of our culture, woven with love and wisdom. Now, imagine a time when women who held these universes of stories within them had no place to share
In every Indian household, there's a treasure trove of stories. They live in our grandmother's lullabies, our mother's kitchen tales, and the whispered histories passed down through generations. Women have always been the silent custodians of our culture. But what happens when these silent
