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I wish it would Rain

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The heavy downpour blurred the windscreen of her car; she turned up the wiper a notch. Heavy traffic always irritates her but the streets of Calcutta turn dysfunctional every time the sky breaks up, it was no new feat! Through all the maneuvers the car had to come to a standstill. It had been raining all day and it felt like the darkest nights had descended at 3 p.m., the street lights have already been turned on, orange against the dark grey. Although city life comes to an almost standstill with the monsoon rains, people inside their homes secretly enjoy it, people on the streets mutter curses under their breaths but once safely inside they order hot cups of tea and beguni or Khichuri and ilish maach bhaja because it’s the perfect weather for it. The affluent love to sit with their glasses of single malt, read aloud rabindranath or hum raga desh. Maya was unusually lost in her thoughts today, she seemed oblivious of all the honking and chaos around her... Naah... am not good at writ

Jawani Diwani

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"In the cookie of life, friends are like chocolate chips" This post is a dedication to all my friends, from the one with who I clapped hands and sang 'oh, miller, caterpillar...' to the one who had to hear out all my headache causing banters. I love you all!! A couple of evenings back I had a chat with Ipsita and I asked her to suggest to me a topic on which I could write a new post as my mind was quite blank. After a couple of them she suggested why not write about the two years that we spent at the hostel during our M.A. degree course. It suddenly struck as a wonderful opportunity to write an ode to friendship and that amazing time of our lives called youth. Now Ipsita completely rejected the term youth but just to clarify my point I would like to digress and say.. persons b/w 15 and 24 are the youth according to United Nations General Assembly therefore next year we all become 'god-knows-whats' as we shall all turn 25, so is this not the best time to recoun

Who hath desired the Sea? -- the immense and contemptuous surges?-- kipling

If any of you have ever bothered to go through my blogger profile then you know that the ocean is of interest to me. Sadly, I have not seen one in more than two years, and the one I had been to 2.5 yrs ago wasn't even a real beach trip as I was unwell and couldnt go unskinny dipping! So yeah I am majorly depressed about my very unhappening beach life. I have made a pact with my girlfriends in India that the next time I am there we'll go to Goa minus the men in our lives. I am so excited about it that I have already started searching for good seaside hotels and all. And if you have read my previous post you will know how minute the chances are of this plan working out!! So I have decided even if I don't get company as a last resort I shall take my husband with me and that shouldn't be too bad!

Artiste Impossible

I think I just figured out the creative person, he/she isn't very different from all of us except that they take much more liberties with their speech and their disposition. Then it must be quite simple to be creative, right? I am going to try and be slightly more temperamental, a little more candid, finely rude and very careless, ahem! carefree I mean!