Raindrops on My Island Green...

Nothing. Simply Green and Blue Rain. Imagine!

Olpo Kotha...Onek Kotha!

"Jani Dekha Hobe Thother Bhetore... Ghumer Adore... Jani Dekha Hobe Raater Shorire... Tomar Gobhire..."

Kothagulo mon theke muchte parchina.

That Night.

That night you came to see me. That night when I lay on the sanitized bed waiting to be cleansed. That night you happened to stare at my eyes. That night I saw a drop or two wet my blanket. That night I lay purged. That night you failed to understand... yet again!

I know...

I know you cried. I know you died. I know you revived. I know your tears have dried.

Drown yourself in grief. There is not much left to whatever is called 'life'.

Ghum!

Ghum parani gaan toh shonale onek... Ghum bhangate toh shekhale na!

Eye on I

Oh yes, cats. I hate cats. Polo tells me the cat comes by the kitchen window every morning. Sheli loves cats. Sheli is gone.

Where am I? I have a part of me living there with them. I see myself making breakfast every weekend, I see myself counting days till home-going, I see myself extending my leaves at the last moment, I see myself whispering in the night. He is gone, he never meant to stay. I was a fool. I still am.

I am back to the base, newly wed with desire. I have done away with inhibitions, I can kill.

Some people do not matter any more. Some have made me renew life's subscription. All the others need not bother, 'cos I don't.

I go back to the house every noon and night. I talk I cook, I love, I sleep... dreamless. There are memories left to kill. I remember now, Cathy loves cats too! Cathy is gone too.

I am surrounded by fire. Peace.

Aaargh! Marriages!

Was a witness to a marriage in the neighbourhood last night. My batch-mates are now going the sanctioned seven rounds and one can hardly ignore or escape the looks of 'you-are-the-next-in-the-row', I receive from everyone around me. I say I need time. People say do not drag it too long. I say what is 'too long'? People say you should do it in time. I say what is 'in time'?. People say you should not wait till you grow old. I say what is 'old'? My questions are never answered. I have orders to abide by.

I still have questions, my unresolved self refuses to give up. Who deliberately jumps into a pit of hell-fire? Who wishes to burn down one's self in false hopes of love?

The looks around me grow intense. I the outsider.