Sushmita Chakraborty

Writing about healing, midlife transitions, and the quiet work of becoming stronger—drawn from real life, not theory.

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

Some journeys end softly. 🤍

Thank you for reading me.

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#AQuietGoodbye

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

We inherited freedom.
But also fear, guilt, silence, and expectations.
Maybe true freedom begins the moment a person says:

“This life belongs to me too.”

My new prose poem on emotional freedom, survival, and becoming fully human.

#FreedomBeyond1947 #Poetry #WritingCommunity

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

Living with migraine feels like borrowing life in small pieces.
Some days, even existing becomes exhausting.
Wrote a deeply personal poem today about invisible pain, guilt, and losing days to migraine. ✨

Published on IntrovertInk
#Migraine #Poetry #WritingCommunity

[⚕️𝕯𝖗. 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆🩺𝕬𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖙 @PreetiSharmaDel]

True richness is found in moments that make the heart feel at home.
A cup of chai,the warmth of familiar streets,and quiet peace often mean more than expensive luxuries ever can. Kolkata has a beautiful way of teaching that simplicity carries its own timeless magic
#प्रीति_वाणी🩺

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

Living with migraine feels like borrowing life in small pieces.
Some days, even existing becomes exhausting.
Wrote a deeply personal poem today about invisible pain, guilt, and losing days to migraine. ✨

Published on IntrovertInk
#Migraine #Poetry #WritingCommunity

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

I wrote about how I’d spend just ₹100 in Kolkata…
and realised the piece was never really about money.
Sometimes luxury is hot chai, roadside food, familiar streets, and a peaceful moment to yourself. 💛

#Kolkata #WritingCommunity #SimpleLiving #SlowLiving

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

We inherited freedom.
But also fear, guilt, silence, and expectations.
Maybe true freedom begins the moment a person says:

“This life belongs to me too.”

My new prose poem on emotional freedom, survival, and becoming fully human.

#FreedomBeyond1947 #Poetry #WritingCommunity

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

AI is becoming better at giving answers.

But humans still need something deeper:
understanding, empathy, and real connection.
Maybe that’s what will always make us human.

#AI #HumanConnection

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

The older I grow, the more I realise how much of my mother quietly lives within me. ❤️

From puchkaa cravings and KBC evenings to unconditional love and holding a family together, this piece became a journey through memories I didn’t know I missed so deeply.

#MothersDay #Writing

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

My bookshelf used to hold romance novels and borrowed dreams. 📚✨

Now it holds books about healing, gratitude, karma, spirituality, and surviving midlife gently.

I wrote about how the books we keep quietly reveal the people we become.

Read here:
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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

AI can write faster.

But readers still remember
writing that feels lived.
Maybe the future of writing is not competing with AI...
but becoming more human.

#AI #Writing #Storytelling

[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

"Pieces of Me" is about the fragments we lose and find again while living, healing, and becoming.

We don’t always transform loudly.
Sometimes we simply return to ourselves, quietly.

#Writing #SelfReflection #Healing #PersonalGrowth

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[Sushmita Chakraborty @PagesOfSushmita]

Before she was my mother, she was a girl with dreams of becoming a nurse, eating puchkas with her sister, watching films in old theatres, and imagining a different future.

This piece is for the woman she was before motherhood asked her to quietly place parts of herself aside. 🌷