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Swagata Sengupta

Biochemist and Author

Kolkata, India

Swagata Sengupta is a Master's degree holder in Biochemistry and has also done graduation in the field of Microbiology. Writing essays and stories happens to be her passion and she has had a flair for writing since childhood. Highly determined and strong - willed , Swagata has won several debate competitions and similar writing contests while in school and college. She has completed her dissertation from the National Institute Of Immunology, New Delhi. She has also completed an online course on Global Readings In Public Health through edX from the Harvard University. Apart from her professional commitments she has actively participated in educating poor children since she was in school . She is extremely passionate about her work and strives hard to complete her goals in life.

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Food builds the body. Challenges make a man! That is what my father has always said to me. You see, adventure sports are thrilling but one can't deny that there are proper safety measures to protect you so that things don't go haywire while you enjoy the process. But when life throws unprecedented challenges in your way, you don't have any safety gears to aid you. Especially when you are stranded in the worst possible situation alone! Back in 2023, when I had taken a break from work for a few weeks, I decided to go camping and trekking in the mountains. You see I have never really thrown caution to the winds, but I have been fearless in taking decisions in my life and my parents have supported me through thick and thin. So I decided to travel and go solo to the mountains this time. On reaching the destination, I felt that I was transported to a magical land indeed. The beauty of the mountains was everything. Standing tall, even after being beaten by harsh winds since time immemorial and yet oozing majesty all the time! I started hiking early in the morning along with some other hikers who also like me intended to camp in the mountains intermittently. We all carried our own tents and essential stuff. Dusk had set in and we decided to set up our tents in a relatively plain area. Since the chilly weather had been already sending shivers down our spines we decided to light up a bonfire and soak in some of its warmth. Hitherto everything was perfect but things suddenly took a bad turn when a blizzard started. To make things worse heavy downpour also set in. We had no choice but to rush inside our tents. Sometime later sleep overpowered me and I went inside my sleeping bag. Much to my dismay, my sleep was broken abruptly when strong winds started blowing on my face rudely. I saw that a portion of the cloth of my tent was blowing in the direction of the wind. Had I not woken up in time ,my tent would have been uprooted and thrown in the abyss. With no option left , I went ahead and held the tent cloth as strongly as I could. But as I held on to one part of the tent, another portion of the tent started blowing fiercely. It was pitch dark outside and telecommunication was also not possible due to the area being a no connectivity zone. I assume the other hikers were also struggling to keep themselves secure in such a dangerous situation. I badly wanted to talk to my parents since I wasn't sure if I would be able to survive this tumultuous situation. I wanted to cry believing that my decision to come here alone was a blunder. However I couldn't cry since I was busy keeping my tent and myself together in one piece. The entire night went on like this and I struggled hard. I couldn't catch on sleep either. After some struggle - filled hours, I saw the faint rays of the Sun falling on the snow. Although what I had just experienced a few hours ago was no less than a nightmare, this scenery was something that was equal to having a once in a lifetime opportunity. As I stepped outside the tent , I saw the other hikers also coming out of their respective tents. We smiled looking at each other first even before discussing the events of the preceding night. As we admired and got enchanted by the beauty in front of us, I'm sure we said one thing in our minds in unison "WE DID IT!" Yes we survived the storm, we survived the nightmarish experience, we stood strong and were able to feel the charisma of the mountains. Now what do you think, did I climb down the mountain that day fearing more such challenges? No. I didn't. I completed the expedition and successfully climbed the mountain. When I had embarked upon this journey, I praised the mountains for them being so resilient. But now I praise the mountains even more because they made me more resilient and determined than ever before. The mountains practically taught me that I am capable of tiding over the worst situations in life only if I focus on having nerves of steel. I guess what my father has always said is indeed true!

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Food builds the body. Challenges make a man! That is what my father has always said to me. You see, adventure sports are thrilling but one can't deny that there are proper safety measures to protect you so that things don't go haywire while you enjoy the process. But when life throws unprecedented challenges in your way, you don't have any safety gears to aid you. Especially when you are stranded in the worst possible situation alone! Back in 2023, when I had taken a break from work for a few weeks, I decided to go camping and trekking in the mountains. You see I have never really thrown caution to the winds, but I have been fearless in taking decisions in my life and my parents have supported me through thick and thin. So I decided to travel and go solo to the mountains this time. On reaching the destination, I felt that I was transported to a magical land indeed. The beauty of the mountains was everything. Standing tall, even after being beaten by harsh winds since time immemorial and yet oozing majesty all the time! I started hiking early in the morning along with some other hikers who also like me intended to camp in the mountains intermittently. We all carried our own tents and essential stuff. Dusk had set in and we decided to set up our tents in a relatively plain area. Since the chilly weather had been already sending shivers down our spines we decided to light up a bonfire and soak in some of its warmth. Hitherto everything was perfect but things suddenly took a bad turn when a blizzard started. To make things worse heavy downpour also set in. We had no choice but to rush inside our tents. Sometime later sleep overpowered me and I went inside my comfortable sleeping bag. Much to my dismay, my sleep was broken abruptly when strong winds started blowing on my face rudely. I saw that a portion of the cloth of my tent was blowing in the direction of the wind. Had I not woken up in time ,my tent would have been uprooted and thrown in the abyss. With no option left , I went ahead and held the tent cloth as strongly as I could. But as I held on to one part of the tent, another portion of the tent started blowing fiercely. It was pitch dark outside and telecommunication was also not possible due to the area being a no connectivity zone. I assume the other hikers were also struggling to keep themselves secure in such a dangerous situation. I badly wanted to talk to my parents since I wasn't sure if I would be able to survive this tumultuous situation. I wanted to cry believing that my decision to come here alone was a blunder. However I couldn't cry since I was busy keeping my tent and myself together in one piece. The entire night went on like this and I struggled hard. I couldn't catch on sleep either. After some struggle - filled hours, I saw the faint rays of the Sun falling on the snow. Although what I had just experienced a few hours ago was no less than a nightmare, this scenery was something that was equal to having a once in a lifetime opportunity. As I stepped outside the tent , I saw the other hikers also coming out of their respective tents. We smiled looking at each other first even before discussing the events of the preceding night. As we admired and got enchanted by the beauty in front of us, I'm sure we said one thing in our minds in unison "WE DID IT!" Yes we survived the storm, we survived the nightmarish experience, we stood strong and were able to feel the charisma of the mountains. Now what do you think, did I climb down the mountain that day fearing more such challenges? No. I didn't. I completed the expedition and successfully climbed the mountain. When I had embarked upon this journey, I praised the mountains for them being so resilient. But now I praise the mountains even more because they made me more resilient and determined than ever before. The mountains practically taught me that I am capable of tiding over the worst situations in life only if I focus on having nerves of steel. I guess what my father has always said is indeed true!

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Just A Letter Or Domino Effect?

Jan 30, 2023 1 year ago

It was ten in the morning. Grandfather had just finished drinking his coffee. However he was busier than usual today. He was in a hurry to go to the post office. His best friend had definitely sent a letter to him as it was his birthday today. So, grandfather quickly dressed up neatly in new clothes, combed his hair, picked up his walking stick and set out for the post office. It was always on the 15th day of every month that grandfather would get ready and go to the post office invariably to receive the letter. On very rare occasions however, when he was unable to go to the post office, he would ask me to go and collect the letter on his behalf. My grandfather was a retired professor who now spent his days reading books, nurturing plans and watching T.V.. His post retirement life although mundane was still being spent nicely hitherto.Then on one fortunate day about five years ago grandfather received a letter from one of his friends Stuart who had attended the same school as grandfather. On receiving the letter his happiness knew no bounds. The last time when I saw grandfather this overjoyed was when grandmother had visited New York with him. However after her demise grandfather became a recluse. He did eat, travel and laugh with us. But his squeals of joy and laughter were no longer present. It felt as if he was going through the motions. His childlike laughter was hardly present. But this letter from uncle Stuart somehow made him the person that he was before grandmother's passing away. Then uncle Stuart wrote letters to him occasionally and grandfather also wrote back to him. It became a ritual for them. However there was an abrupt halt in the process. Suddenly there were no more letters from uncle Stuart for three months continuously. Our worried grandfather wrote to him several times asking why he had suddenly stopped writing to him .In fact he even went to the post office to check whether they had forgotten to deliver letters to him by mistake but to no avail. I saw grandfather sinking into a black hole of sorrow slowly and embracing depression once again. I dearly wished that one day uncle Stuart would write a letter to my grandfather again and he would become the happy person that he was just sometime ago . And a month later the postman knocked on our door and there it was - a letter from grandfather's friend Stuart. Grandfather felt as if he had recovered his lost source of joy. In the letter uncle Stuart informed him that he had not been keeping well since three months hence the delay in writing letters. From then it became a monthly affair. Uncle Stuart would write to grandfather and grandfather would write back to him and ask me to drop the letter at the post office on the way to my workplace. As a regular fair, grandfather came back home today with the letter in his hand and told us how happy he was to be able to listen from his friend today since it was his birthday. He opened the envelope and read the letter with a wide smile imprinted on his face. Seeing him beaming with joy, I only wished for more letters for grandfather from uncle Stuart. Grandfather said aloud,"I wish Stuart keeps writing letters to me till the day I die. He keeps our memories alive." While we were all congratulating him on spending so many years on Earth in a healthy way, my sister Elijah came up to me and whispered in my ear,"I've got to tell you something." I asked her,"What?" Elijah whispered in my ear again,"Uncle Stuart has passed away three months ago due to an age-related illness . Then who is writing these letters to grandfather?" I was dumbfounded when I heard this. But I said to Elijah,"It is shocking to know this but…um… I mean.. since grandfather is happy to get these letters, let's not reveal that truth to him. It'll only make him sadder and lonely. He is already infirm." Elijah nodded in agreement and then said, " But all said and done we do need to know who is writing the letters on behalf of uncle Stuart." Later that night when everyone was asleep Elijah tiptoed into my room. I knew Elijah had an inquisitive mind and she was intelligent enough to figure out who was behind all of this. I also knew that she would not sleep that night, in the quest to find out who it was.She said to me,"I know who is writing these letters on behalf of uncle Stuart". I asked her who it was. She said, "The one who drops grandfather's letters in the letter box."

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