I spent the bottom half of my childhood (meaning the birth end) at my uncle's place. My uncle from my mother's side. Actually it was my Mom's house, but since in India sons don't move out when they marry, that's also where my uncle lives. A maternal uncle is what you call Mama in Bengali. …
Category: Me and My Life
Darkness
Now I know how valuable is darkness. If there’s one thing that civilization has lost and should mourn, it is darkness. It lets the mind gather its thoughts and maybe think about a few things that it doesn’t normally do. I am attempting something I have given up for quite some time. How easy it …
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Well, today I had to go to college for some work. Going to college for me is not as easy as you might be tempted to think. It’s 80 kilometers from a place that is at least 15 more kilometers from my house. No, I don’t do it everyday. Yeah, that means I stay there. …
Now
What do you do when you don’t want to write, yet want to write? It’s not like there’s nothing to write about. Maybe there is something that could be written. But I’ve lost that touch, if ever there was such a thing. And all this can be called is rambling. I have lost a lot …
Zemlya, again.
I woke up dazed on the highway. It was dead in the night and my head was reeling. The neon and sodium dots traced hazy patterns across my vision as I teetered forward. Each step on the dark asphalt was a painful shot, setting my head the right side up with violent jerks. Some distance …
One Life 