My city of bread and butter (that was), breeding ground is better put, the growing metropolis that remains an elusive part of my story. Things have not changed much though. Traffic is trending downwards, hotness is lateral and opportunities bring thousands to this bilingual city like Usain Bolt. Not me, but the connect is highContinue reading “vibes unleashed”
Category Archives: love
rural sojourn
God’s invitation, hot and sweaty summer afternoon, swaying landscapes under the breathing sun, mobile lunch and lots of memories packed. Blazing bliss.
nostalgic gulp
Long time, old times.
brightness dug deep
Behind every coronary architecture, lights and brightness will manage to creep through despite standing barriers. Intangible bliss.
crazy little moments
your smile when I wake up is the sweetest good morning wish. you sitting in my lap when I have my lunch makes me drool over you in a flash of cuddling romance. another smile when I leave for work keeps me soaked for the rest of my day. when I am back, your smileContinue reading “crazy little moments”
Neighbourhood Dhaba
The news of ‘The Dhaba’ in Ballygunge Phari closing down came as a shocker to us. I really felt an era has come to an end. We used to live in Ballygunge Circular Road in the 90s and we visited the Dhaba quite regularly. It was our favourite neighbourhood Dhaba. As kids, I remember pouncingContinue reading “Neighbourhood Dhaba”
watchlist
Specialist – Restrained Stallone, overtly Sharon Stone. Freelancer – I am. Empowered. Euro Finals – Portugal Wimbledon – ah, let’s see. Misc+ – Something always comes up. @#crashcourse
trending
Football is a game of legs and toes. Legs are skill, skill is talent, talent is attitude. The fulfillment of putting the ball in to a rectangular netted box with the zeal to achieve, passion to excel and thrill to entertain is at a mercurial level for 11 fierce individuals. @msksmiles
Mystic Remembrance
the vast land, glittering waters, submerged silence, the sound of sky. bulky clouds, stolen charm, staring castles, wet eyes.
famished beyond
If it’s rice, it has to be Biriyani. If it isn’t Biriyani, then you ought to be in a different planet. #thefoodieme
typical father weekend
my weekend these days means lots of cuddling and indulging in nonchalant pampering of my 5 month old toddler. yes, everything is surrounded by his exploits and his presence dictates the agenda of our day. he smiles, makes weird sounds, smiles again, doesn’t cooperate for a feed, loves to be patronised with love, touch andContinue reading “typical father weekend”
Green Grass is Back
There is no joy in lawn tennis if we take Wimbledon out from the equation. Ever since my growing years, my dearness for ‘The All England Club’ has only intensified – even though am not the same avid youngster who used to wait for 3rd of June to come soon. Especially, after witnessing all theContinue reading “Green Grass is Back”