Not a T20 guy but 2 on the trot brilliance and Kohli has bought me back in Cricket. Honestly, I have not watched such blemishless batting in a long long, very long time to come. First with Pakistan and then today, Kohli had an array of strokes in the diaspora that used to be visibleContinue reading “Impeccable Kohli”
Category Archives: My Life
Reminiscence
When divinity was at one end, I stood at the other.
Wishes Galore
Pouring and big
Water, wind with a wheezing sound, lots of clouds, little twinkles around. Sometimes, with all that we have, we stand susceptible.
my wine
For some it’s a lifeline. To me, it mirrors my soul, my passion. My many sides of enigma in a nutshell. #nightout
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!
moving past, and fast
Yes, truly forgotten. Rather, beloved and forgotten. An army distinguishes itself from an individual who is a hero. If it’s vice versa, then we witnessed a created history that was never seen. This is one such moment of pride and anguish. #historyoflight
Are you star driven?
Let’s have a crazy discussion. How many of us feel human race evolved out of the stars, galaxy or other astronomical endeavours? Are we really the bi products of the ‘Adam & Eve’ syndrome? How much of it is science then? If Science is our alma mater, then DNAs are not far behind. So, thenContinue reading “Are you star driven?”
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.
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