“What changed?” “The time of my life.” “I changed, the memories changed. They became brittle. Soft unbroken, I carried them for too long, I yearned for the mystery in you for a long time. Here I am, standing right where I began to leave you by. Those summer evenings, the winter mornings. I chased my… Continue reading The conversation
Author: DK
Competitive, hardworking, ambitious, loving, friendly, bibliophilic, geeky. Okay. Bye.
You are an infinite particle of Stardust!
“You know, you are a wonder. You are an energy, an infinite source of ruthless positivism. You are who you are at the end of a day, a week, a month, a year and your life. You begin to create impossible things. You get up, every single day of your life, you wonder which stage… Continue reading You are an infinite particle of Stardust!
You know who I am!
Hey you, yes you, you are amazing! You do remember, our very first interaction, right? If your head has metabolically displaced it, let me remind you, it was on getting your affidavits done! Funny, right? Well, you are going to read this exactly a month after we first interacted, and however small our initial interaction… Continue reading You know who I am!
Where the heart and mind is one!
With a flicker of hope, he left his room. He left because she was running through her mind, like all the bloody neurons were firing her name. It was not that humid that day. He waited for a while outside, under the mundane sky, trying to figure out how to even start the conversation. There… Continue reading Where the heart and mind is one!
জানলা দরজা
যখন রোদ আসে আমার ঘর এ, ভোরবেলা জানলা এর ফাক দিয়ে, আমি মুখ লুকিয়ে শুয়ে তোমার বুকে| তুমি সারা দাও আমার ডাক এ, ঘুরে তাকিয়ে বলো রূপকথা এর কথা ভেবে আমি মত্ত রোদ এর জন্মদিন নিয়ে| সেই সকাল গুলো আজ বহুদূর এ ভেসে গেছে, গেছে ছেড়ে এই মন, এর ঘর, তাই তো আজ আমি এই… Continue reading জানলা দরজা
She!
The first time I saw her, I saw her from behind. She was carrying a trolley and talking over the phone. She crossed my seat. The second time I saw her, she was seating diagonally to me. She was looking outside the window. I could see only half of her face. The first time she… Continue reading She!
Bashbi tui amay bhalo?
Tui amay sujog dili na, tor haath dhore kotha bola er Rastay er majhe dariye, behisbebi chumu khawa er, bhebechilam, toke niye pari debo Kolkata, tarpor ghurbo, Sara dunia, hiseb chara. Kono comma noy, noy fullstop amader prem er Nirlojjo er moton Ami dariye tor dorjar goray, Jiggesh korchi Ami, jabi ki bol, dibi ki… Continue reading Bashbi tui amay bhalo?
Raatri Bela er kotha….(Night tales)
Absolute silence, that’s how this place is. A beautiful array of small flickering lights on the skin of those lush green mountains. Black it is the color of this nature, black it is in my mind, the thoughts that run wild. As I close my eyes, black it is, the images of my past. It… Continue reading Raatri Bela er kotha….(Night tales)
Bochor Sesh er Kotha! (A note to the year goneby)
Shifting to new places doesn’t change much of fortunes, was definitely the first thing that comes to my mind, when I reflect upon the year that just went by. As I slowly inch towards another year, I realise, good things really take time. Nothing in life comes easy, and if somethings come easy, they are… Continue reading Bochor Sesh er Kotha! (A note to the year goneby)
The Educated People..
India is obsessed with reproduction. Growing up, we often used to hear that the problem related to the sudden burst in the population of the country often sprouted itself from the rural idea : earnings of a family is directly proportional to the number of heads of the family. I found this very evident during… Continue reading The Educated People..
Just not the regular Guy! 