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…