Category Archives: Calcutta
that’s trending..
Doesn’t matter which format, Ind Pak encounters are always a scorcher. With a packed Eden and a quality innings from Kohli ensured we seal this with comfortable elan. Thank you Kohli, for getting me watch T20!
old house
This used to be the favourite hideout of my younger days, much much fitter and agile days I must say. Field, outfield, pads, coach, technique, drive, gloves, tension, sweat, lots of sweat, passion, craziness. More importantly, it was my age of adrenaline. After years, took a look at myself through the strokes of the youngContinue reading “old house”
A blissful encounter
No, this isn’t Picasso or Monalisa. It’s a creation from hands of unconditional love and a gift to rekindle emotions. Blessed day!
hymn that blows you away
‘Kisi baat par main kisi se khafa hoon, main zinda hoon par zindagi se khafa hoon’. The lyrics of mundane joy, a rendition that will stir your soul, the meaning that will wrench your veins, the inadequate fear that encapsulates the primal human being, an era that remains the home to divinity in the playbackContinue reading “hymn that blows you away”
the drive through shot
Indeed, doesn’t appear though. I think it’s more to do with the aura than anything else. Long standing giant amidst an ageing and growing metropolis. #calcuttadiaries
Altitude
Heights, perceivable yet deprived. Tells us where we are, doesn’t say where we came from. We like to be at the top, but fear to look beneath. Love flying higher but eroded by turbulent waters. Yes, I adore being out there but somehow get this feeling that blossoming flowers often forget the roots. the altitude.Continue reading “Altitude”
the sanity hour
When all that I had was a truncated life with plethora of bliss around me. Pure.
ah! those moments..
little, very little, immensely little. Yet, you provoke me, you juggle me, you toggle me with no ends. i feel those soft hands, soft legs, soft sponge like touch, get immersed every time you take a glance at me whilst other chores, carrying you every time in my arms and lap is a outlandish feelingContinue reading “ah! those moments..”
Vicinity
Watching us over, as a mother whose watchful eyes tell us stories of sin, redemption and sanity. I am around, so are you.
nearer to you..
I kind of like the setting sun, goes down but not without achieving the nods and dangling a glimpse of the promise it holds for the next day. Life, learn. Days and nights.
25, Park Street
The walk from Ballygunge Circular road to Park Street would be a shade under 20 minutes, 15 if you are in a breezy mood and walk like fire. LaMartiniere, The Kookie Jar, Hallmark, AGC were my witnesses while I gallantly strode towards my educative influences. Well, that was around 18 years back. But, the charmContinue reading “25, Park Street”
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