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The first meeting

Empty roads. Cloudy skies. A bit of Sunshine and the rains.

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  • Stairs

    04 December 2016

    Feel free to jump at times Remember the first time you tried to jump and skip the 3-4 stairs in your own house.You fell.You thought life as a toddler with soft hands and limbs were not difficult at all as in your mind you had imagined the stairs to be...

  • the first ever meeting

    01 November 2016

    As the last flashes of Diwali lights colours the sky in all its glory, this introvert sits in front of his laptop to fulfill one of the promises he made to himself.To write about his first meeting.One and a half years later he managed to catch a glimse...

  • My Old building and broken windows

    12 November 2016

    Old buildings have a tinge of nostalgia and no matter what we keep coming back to them. Although time had performed irreversible deeds upon the once proud and mighty mansion.The steeple that once could be seen from anywhere in the vicinity of the city(read...

  • THE BIG FAT BENGALI WEDDING

    19 February 2017

    There has always been a certain conjecture and acceptance that food has to be the most important thing in a wedding. I would add one more to that profound list "women".It somehow is another festival of sorts to look and ogle at the fairer sex.Many men...

  • The Final Hug

    05 August 2017

    As leaves fluttered and the soft breeze caress me and cooled my body down, I went upto her, "Could I get one Hug ?", the mucky puddles and water splotches in the road made it look grimy somewhat.Yet it was beautiful.to me.Somewhat that is. A flashback."96.4...

  • Bhijche kak ayna thak,

    16 August 2017

    With dreamy eyes transfixed on my laptop screen I for the first time am bereaved of words. As cheesy as it may sound life as they say will be on Destiny’s hand . The existence of a bond that has always been, is and always be, a tie that goes beyond time...

  • A Broken Dream

    06 December 2017

    As I prepare to take a video call again , I neatly tucked in my shirt and combed my already crumbled hair, got up from my half eaten dinner with the visible anguish that somehow evaporated faster than the summer rain off the burnt Earth.There was the...