Unchained time

Time slithers on. Life becomes a ghost of majorly what-could-have-beens and very little thank-God-for-everything. Exploring Durgapur and finding out a suitable job for myself is a herculean task. No contacts and starting afresh. My pangs reagrding giving up a career and venturing out of kolkata are are mostly blunted when I hear my daughter giggle and snuggle upto my arms. Yet a deep sense of failure lurks somewhere which makes me restless. A failure not to stand up and fight for my entity and succumb to a craving inorder to escape emoional hazards meted out to me at Kolkata...

A damp day...

The day started with a damp note with Trini weeping her guts out at the prospect of going to school...It was so enormously difficult to actually escort her upto the gates of the school finally!Both myself and arindam lost our patience with her.Its afternoon time...hope it will turn out for the better!

Nostalgia

Its a rainy dusk blackening into a stormy night!The around is intoxicated with a wait for the forbidden- the odour of moist flora can make anyone tipsy to the very roots. No tears to shed. Only a velvety anger softly lurks within the ribs filling up the void. The dark grey of the saky has inundated my heart sapping the very strength to forgive and keep up the flag of my lost love flying...

Date:June 17, 2009


It’s a windy summer night filled with nocturnal fragrance of evening flowers…I am at Durgapur. My new address. This is my fifth abode. It wrenches out a lifetime of agony to part with anything that U come call ur own. This is my fifth marriage to a house which I am supposed to metamorphose into a home. This house is a handsome,well planned cosy nest sporting an amazingly smart neighborhood. Everything seems tailor-made. The opulence of flora delicately woven into uniformly sparkling avenues running about the colony is spellbinding! Could not possibly ask for better. Relishing the tender June breezes from a huge balcony and speaking to U is like touching the very chord of life. At this moment I am infinite…feel so complete amidst this endlessness. Its like retracing back to those juvenile evenings with Arpita and Disha weighed down by a lost love and living life to the very nucleus. I miss emoting so strongly even if it was for a love that was lost…these days nothing seems to stir me to the roots. Only streaks of impatience agitate me. There is not any kind of emotional stimulation bridging the gap between the brain and heart…

An unsympathetic neighbor!

The day burst with a fiery article of the plight of Srilankan Tamils in the TOI....
The article was by Arundhati Roy, my favorite author. It was an eye opener.

The water park trip...

The day started in the brightest of note with special person's Good morning Call...The weather was simply marvellous with the sun and the clouds playing hide and seek and a whirlwind of late spring breeze kindling smothered passions...I along with Trini and new-friends here in Malda went to Aqua Park. There we had a blast. It was a terrific trip. All the kids enjoyed to their hearts' content. After a long time I swam and swam. The took all the water rides and the aqua dance event sparked alive all the nerves.