A little locket of fantasy

If the end to such an exquisite sojourn was not as bitter as it was you could have read a post which would tell tales
Of a sumptuous house
Of outsized windows
Of skipping my desired siesta
Of the fire at the other end
Of the engulfing darkness
The whirling storm
The incessant rain
The curious ways of her shy dog
The biriyani gobbled at six in the morning
With a bewitching belle
It would have been a tale of times spent with
The most beautiful woman I have ever come across.
Even her flaws are only a sub-set of her comeliness.
So, the bottom-line is: Despite of all the unpleasantness in the air I was greatly pleased that day.

kOthOpOkOthOn

Aah dekhe
Chule taan porlo
Chokhe dekhish naa, naaki?
With tears in my eyes, no
Ebar dekte parchhish?
Bhijye dili to amar rumaal ta
Jaa taa ekkebaare
Rumaal na beral?
Chandrabindur cha, beraler talobya sha, rumaal er ma
Choshma
Now I know where he got it from
I just figured out Sukumar Ray
With a little help from a friend
With a little help from my friends
Good ol' Beatles
And good ol' Sukumar Ray

But beraler talibyasha is still recondite to me.

Need to meet senior Ray over coffee one evening to get that clear.
Is Friday fine with you, sir?

lonely no more

She speaks: My life was thoroughly mundane. People accused me for being blunt. There were times when they refused to accept my existence altogether. I was pensive for a long time. I cried for you to rescue me as I waned into nothingness. And you helped me to redeem my life. For that I thank you inside out. You helped me find my mate. We are a queer pair but that blissful wave between the two of us is unalterable. I could not be happier. Hurray! I am lonely no more.

I speak: My nose wished to post. I find that little one, sort of adorable. Just could not refuse the poor thing. She is on top of the world ever since she got a fake diamond as her soul-mate.

New Words

I take back my words.
You and I are the same. More or less.
Filter-less yellow shitty Charminars.
And will continue to be so.

Happy?
And oh yes, I'm sorry.

April, 2009 : My first ice-gola day

Yesterday was the first time that I had an ice-gola.
Till yesterday it was only in fiction;
Silly essays,
Sillier poems.