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It's been over six months since Prasenjit Karmakar, our only son and firstborn, left us suddenly, without warning, though the warning signs had been present throughout the decade of his marriage. To this day, we haven't met our only grandson and my only nephew. Legal proceedings have begun, yet uncertainty still surrounds us.

Hello, I am Shovona Karmakar, the surviving child of Mohan and Rina Karmakar. My parents began their journey as humbly as possible, navigating all the challenges life threw at them. The path we are on now with our only grandson and nephew is unprecedented and feels like a nightmare we endure daily. It’s hard to fathom how someone can be so cruel, apathetic, narcissistic, and greedy, to the point where one’s life and another’s future mean nothing. Her arrogance and greed have shocked us all, and reality has hit us hard.


The most shocking part is that this isn’t just an incident; it’s a scam! A scandal orchestrated by her family purely for financial gain. The irony is how innocent they appear on the surface, yet how deeply corrupt they are at their core. Their fear is being exposed, and they worry about how much longer they can deceive others to continue their fraudulent activities under the guise of relationships and emotional manipulation.

Prasenjit Karmakar was a victim of mental and financial abuse under the pretense of marriage.

Unreasonable hatred, relentless gatekeeping, and the urge to feel superior reflect a complex personality disorder that erodes society, much like termites reducing a healthy community to chaos. Understanding how such a personality developed is challenging, but we learned our lesson painfully. The early loss of him has left us numb.


Despite her blocking all our contact details, she claims she hasn't disappeared, which is ironic. I had higher expectations of her, but time might reveal more about what she's really up to.


Few understand how a sudden death affects a family grieving with every breath. The desire for justice and hope of meeting our only grandson and nephew keep us going. I won’t deny that I saw this coming, though not so soon and not at the cost of his life. Yes, I argued with Prasenjit, my brother, about her attitude and extreme gatekeeping, which strained our relationship. He misunderstood me until his final days when he realized who his true family was, and the person he thought was his better half was only out for personal gain, as she shamelessly admitted her interest in our family was solely for money. She’s not just unlucky; she’s shrewd, selfish, lazy, mean, insecure, and blatantly shameless. She’ll go to any lengths to get what she wants. It’s quite dramatic, honestly!


As a 36-year-old single woman, I’m content with my own company, but such incidents put life on hold. A life beyond my control, filled with uncertainty, scares me. I won’t shy away from responsibility, but the lack of friends and personal support is painful. It’s overwhelming to see my mother grieving for her firstborn, feeling empty and worthless. My father constantly seeks distractions to cope until we find answers. We’re racing against time. I often blame my parents for rushing into his marriage. I blame them for their traditional mindset and misplaced pride. I always felt deep down that "she" wasn’t right for him, that her intentions were selfish. Despite my mother’s hope that she would change, I became more certain she wouldn’t, to the point where I warned my father about asset distribution—not because I wanted it all, but because I knew how hard our parents worked to preserve it. I trusted my brother not to fight over money, but I feared she would create more barriers between Prasenjit and me. I saw it coming.

It’s not a manifestation; I just feel fear more intensely. I sense things, and though it may seem unorthodox, I can’t ignore my gut feelings, which have always protected me.

Matrimonial disputes and deaths force us to face truths we’ve avoided. They lead us to confront our deepest fears, which we try to overcome with "positive thinking." The lack of emotional support is tough, and litigation pushes people away. Finding new ways to heal and move forward is challenging, and sometimes I wonder about the point of living. Death doesn’t scare me, maybe because I watched Prasenjit pass away before my eyes. Seeing him take his last breath in our dad’s arms is a pain I can’t fully convey, as we said goodbye to someone we thought would outlive us.

It’s been 77 years since our independence, and like the economy, the core values of relationships have dramatically changed. Over generations, the meaning of belonging and seeking a true partner has shifted from emotional support to financial exploitation. Abuse is gender-neutral, and its nature has become more vicious. Matrimony is a new scam! Studying human nature is more important than ever, and understanding nuances is crucial. Intentions matter more than superficial actions. Learning to recognize green and red flags is the new understanding of good and bad. Yes, humanity is being questioned, and there’s no harm in judging others if it keeps you safe and alive.

Seeking Answers

We are the Karmakar family, currently residing in Kolkata, West Bengal, on a quest for answers that may illuminate why my brother had to bid us farewell far too soon.

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We are currently involved in multiple legal battles to gain visitation rights for our only grandson and nephew. Our goal is also to uncover the true reasons behind Prasenjit Karmakar's untimely departure from our lives.


 
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Our Journey: A Family's Tale of Resilience

We are a family of four, a blend of the inevitable Parents and their two children, each navigating their own valleys of life. However, one's fate took a turn that no one anticipated, leading him to his destiny far sooner than expected. Hi! I am Shovona Karmakar, a commercial artist based in India. My mission is to infuse colors and fresh perspectives into brands and agencies through my work as a 3D food illustrator. As I approach 2025, I find myself on the brink of a personal reboot, reflecting on the ideologies and experiences I've gathered over the past 35 years.


A Sudden Goodbye

Tragedy struck when our only son and my beloved brother left this world too soon on June 2, 2025, at 5:25 PM in Mumbai. His legacy lives on in his 6-year-old son, whom we haven't seen since June 4, 2025, when we had to return to Kolkata after his sudden demise. And if you’re wondering about his wife, that’s where the real story begins.


Living One Day at a Time

I’ve always yearned to share our family story through my platform, but his departure has left us with countless unanswered questions and an unpredictable future. It has made me truly understand the essence of living one day at a time.


Our Humble Beginnings

We are not wealthy, nor do we come from a prestigious lineage. Our family is predictably low-profile, with a strong inclination towards cooking, reusing, and recycling until things can no longer serve their purpose. We’ve always aspired for high marks, good colleges, and promising jobs—a dream our parents wished for us, having experienced the void of those opportunities themselves. Our lives have been a tapestry woven with changes, from social and economic evolution to the telecommunication boom and the rise of computers, journeying from Zenith computers to iMacs.


A Typical Millennial Life

My father, the son of a farmer, rose from humble beginnings with all he had and what his father could provide. My mother’s journey was marked by the constant reminders of her gender. Destiny brought them together, and they built a life far from their homes in the urban jungle as new government colonies emerged. Language barriers and job uncertainties were just a few of the challenges they faced, but they fought through it all, creating a world for themselves and their children—Shovona Karmakar and Prasenjit Karmakar.


The Roots of Resilience

For 35 years, my parents transitioned from nothing to something, living in the lesser-known regions of Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, and Chhattisgarh. I was born in Mirzapur, Uttar Pradesh, while my brother came into this world in Diamond Harbour, West Bengal.


Finding Strength in Adversity

As I share our story, I realize it may not seem extraordinary. We haven’t created any revolutions, nor have we intentionally harmed anyone. Yet, our journey has instilled in us resilience, strength, happiness, contentment, and an insatiable curiosity. Surprisingly, I’ve also developed a talent for dark humor.


Facing the Unknown

The loss of my brother has left me feeling numb, my anxiety soaring, and my mind rebooting. I don’t seek therapy—not out of disbelief, but rather in pursuit of knowledge to tackle the challenges in my life. His abrupt departure has sparked a whirlwind of thoughts, leading me to permute and analyze every moment since. Deep down, I feel that his passing serves a purpose, his sacrifice holds significance, and his duty needs a new knight to carry it forward. My fears are manifesting—I am terrified of the unknown, of losing someone else, and of facing solitude.


Seeking Answers

We are the Karmakar family, currently residing in Kolkata, West Bengal, on a quest for answers that may illuminate why my brother had to bid us farewell far too soon.

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We are currently involved in multiple legal battles to gain visitation rights for our only grandson and nephew. Our goal is also to uncover the true reasons behind Prasenjit Karmakar's untimely departure from our lives.


 
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