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About Piu Mahapatra

A painter, facilitator, and art consultant by profession, Piu never let go the opportunity to work around and along with the ‘Curious little George’ of different schools in India and abroad. Her articles on art education and awareness have been published in different contemporary art journals of India and Virginia for more than a decade. She loves to let her hair go down and often makes pathetic attempts to write poetry and short stories for children. The only thing she has ever done good is letting her son soar high and low with his wings open wide and fear-free.

From a Distance

A collection of selected artwork by the students of Grade 2 - 7, of Laurel High Global School, Andhra Pradesh and Lakshmipat Singhania Academy, Kolkata. The drawings and paintings by the children are their responses to the current war...

Art by Kids

My Life In and After Lockdown – Visual Arts at Laurel High Global School

Over the years, the education system has been in a process of transformation. But never before in history had there been such a massive shift from traditional classroom to virtual...

Art by Kids

A Pinch of Salt

Winter is different for each of us! The churning continues... sometimes frothy, sometimes dark, bubbling and boiling, slowly, quietly. ...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Bedtime Tales

Tales are sometimes spilled beyond the printed words. Piu wonders about the bedtime tales that started and travelled to come back again....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Merry Christmas

Story of a tiny green tree and a name that remained over years....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Tiffin in a Box

Ringggggg.....the bell...tiffin time. The real spirit of the school is felt during that quarter of an hour. The rest of the day is templated and the same!...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

The Wind Will Carry Us

For a change, let the picture say it all!...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

‘River’ named ‘You’

Alphabets make words....but each alphabet is a word itself....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

The Tales of Two Cities

Land of Soviet in the City of Kolkata....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Ivan has Many Dreams

Let's spare synopsis and for a change let's read it without any clue. The last thing that Dream or his twin sister, Nightmare give is a hint of who is going to come tonight....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

The Red Balcony

Like Boisali's tapestry, families are woven together. In the midst of their shared celebration and lonely wait, Diwali comes and leaves quietly. ...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

The Letter to YOU

Like the marbles, memory rolls back and forth, sometimes sideways only to drop in the tunnel of forgetting. Thankfully some letters are never posted and some memories remain hidden in cobwebs....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Forever Meera, un‘Cover’: The Art of Cover Design

Forever Meera is a book of poems by noted author-poet and Silhouette Editor Amitava Nag. Piu Mahapatra unveils how she created the artistic and evocative cover....

Creative Art

Trees Uprooted!!

PS: True stories can be as Crimson as the one imagined. Trees may not know how and when they may get uprooted. Even the roots deep down and dense know that all it needs is just the wind to blow...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Between the Wickets

The distance between the wickets doesn’t change. It is the pace of the runner that makes the two ends closer or impossible to reach on time, sometimes....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Unuttered!

I don't remember, ever flying! What do you remember then? Was always with you, part of a tree and green! Doesn't everything have a thought, a feeling, an emotion, wonders Piu. ...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

To All Dads and Their Dancing Girls!!

Not everything in life can be synopsised. Sometimes it is a blessing when we can’t! For the daughter, the father turns life into a theatre, full of music and colour, muses Piu....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

How Far is the Island, Baba?

Most of us have a water body in our memory, be it flowing or still like our life. It shows the time, the faces, even our own reflections. Piu Mahapatra had one which she crossed every...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Wednesday

We choose what to do on Wednesday! Naseeruddin Shah chose to ‘act’ like a ‘Common Man’ one fine ‘Wednesday’. It was one of these Wednesdays almost half a century back China successfully...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

The Mountain of Moon

Sometimes, it isn't required to try hard to be a friend. You just wait! Piu Mahapatra rewinds to a childhood train journey and a 'chhoti si mulaqaat'....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

To Sir With Love

Today’s Topic - Family!! Define and Draw! Piu Mahapatra pays a loving tribute to her Mastermoshai, on Teacher's Day....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

‘Tal Nabami’

The festivals are seasonal just like the fruits. They have a way of getting into our life and each teaches a moral in their own sweet way. ...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Origami

Not all instructions are to be followed till the end and not all have to be what they thought they will be. Piu Mahapatra writes to herself. ...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

‘রজনীগন্ধা’ The Tube Roses

The important moments of our lives are more or less same, irrespective of time. It was my mother and then me till my daughter is ready, the celebrations of life remain more or less unaltered....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Eye Wide Shut

Hard truth: The little conveniences of life, earn their value when they are taken away from us without much of a notice....

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

On the Edge

Apni tanhaai kaa auro se na Shikvaa karna Tum akele hi nahin ho Sabhi akele hai Ye akelaa safar nahin guzaraa Those LP records, those Puja releases, those soulful songs of Kishore Kumar sung to Gulzar's melancholic lyrics -...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

সাঁজবাতির রূপকথারা – Tales of the Evening Lamp

We might not have Durga Puja this year at my village! But the celebration is not always about people gathering, the feast laid or the sound of the drums beating. Remembering with love...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

I Saw It in Your Eyes

We remember in bits and pieces and the rest we weave in our minds like an eight legged garden spider and that might be the very reason our memories are such beautiful webs, fragile and...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Forgetting

We had this essay by Robert Lynd on 'Forgetting' in our school days which tried to shade a humorous light on human's mind and his weird ways of choosing to forget. Absent mindedness can truly be...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Dil Hai Chhota Sa

A 'wish' is not as strong as 'desire'. Neither 'covet' can be her synonym. When did the dictionary do justice! 'Wish' has the fancy wings of Mohak, fragile and yet can travel thousands of...

Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Jyoti Babel on Insignificant: Poetic Reflections on the Vast Cosmos and Self
Thank you so much for your appreciation and kind words. Hume jab ehsaas hota hai ki is brahmand mein hum bindu matra bhi nahi hai, toh sab pareshaniya...
Madhu Verma on Insignificant: Poetic Reflections on the Vast Cosmos and Self
Jyoti, bahut hi acchi poem likhi hai tumne 👌 Brahmand ki vishalta aur insaan ke chhote hone ka ehsaas itne pyaare andaaz mein bayaan kiya hai... ...
Madhu Verma on Winning the Fastest Line Follower Trophy at Technoxian World Robotics Championship
Congratulations to budding robotics enthusiasts Ayush Gupta, Shrutika Negi, and Sampriti Bisht for winning the Fastest Line Follower Trophy at the Tec...
A K Nanda on Ei Korechho Bhalo Nithur He — English Translation of Tagore’s Song
Rajan Ji I'm extremely grateful for your comments on my translation of Tagore's poem of Geetanjali "Ei Korechho Bhalo". I had to do this on the insis...
NS Rajan on Ei Korechho Bhalo Nithur He — English Translation of Tagore’s Song
Nandaji. Namashkar. I have no knowledge of Bangla. But who hasn't heard of 'Geetanjali'? it is an irony that when I was in College in 1952, I won tw...