Melbourne — a city in Australia where the seasons suddenly change colour, where the sky writes a new story every day: sometimes in the brightness of sunshine, sometimes in cloudy melancholy, sometimes in the soft touch of light rain. Painted in the whimsical colours of light and shadow, this city is like a moving canvas. And it isn’t just nature — every person, every culture living here is full of its own individuality. Everyone carries their own story, a pull that binds them to their homeland even from thousands of miles away. Living in a distant land, we come to feel that our language, culture, songs, and stories together make up who we are — our identity. So that this sense of “us” does not quietly fade with time, amid the rush of daily life, Mrittika Melbourne was born.

The bond between people and soil is eternal. It is the pull of the soil that makes people search for their roots. Hidden within the word “Mrittika” — soil, earth — lies our origin, our existence. Just as soil holds a tree and gives it strength, our Mrittika lets us feel our own existence. Even while living abroad, may we still feel the scent of that soil, that emotion, that connection — it is from this belief that Mrittika’s journey begins.

Kolkata and Melbourne: two different cities on two different continents. On one side, afternoon gatherings by the Ganges, the bustle of the book fair, the quiet peace of a village pond; on the other, the building of new dreams on the banks of the Yarra, the vibrancy of multiculturalism. Yet somehow the two feel bound by an invisible bridge. Mrittika is not just a magazine — it is a humble effort at that very connection, where two cities, two generations, and countless emotions are woven into one thread.

We want Mrittika to be an open platform, where literature, art, experience, and the many colours of diaspora life come together — where new and old voices are equally valued. On every page, we hope to bring forward the stories, experiences, and creativity that awaken memories of Kolkata while embracing the reality of Melbourne.

But this journey cannot belong to any one person alone. Writers, artists, and readers — it is your active participation that will make Mrittika complete. Let us search together for that soil, that connection, which binds us across distance by an invisible thread. May Mrittika become the voice of that bond, where every word, feeling, and creation carries the touch of our roots.