The ride from the station is always a special one. My memory of the place leads my emotions home first; I just follow it. The ride to the station is always difficult. Heart sits back stubbornly, feet reluctant to leave; already wanting to come back soon. The days in between -- pass like winter afternoon; … Continue reading HS Episode #1
(A certain street in Duliajan) Disclaimer: I do not claim copyright of this image. It was not clicked by me. Last month, on a lazy Saturday I woke up thinking about our old scooter. A green and black Lambda. As I made my morning coffee, my thoughts wandered off to the good old days when … Continue reading Of familiar roads and our Lambda
Only a poet at heart sees poetry in mundane things; like fireflies and porch swings.
Picture of Syrian kids in a refugee camp, waiting in a queue for food. Disclaimer: I do not claim copyright of this image. It is used here only to show the state of mass starvation world wide. This image was taken from:<http://mediad.publicbroadcasting.net/p/shared/npr/styles/x_large/nprshared/201310/228844734.jpg> I shifted to a new job recently. On my first day, I was … Continue reading We cannot afford to be indifferent
I decided to move on with a heavy heart, for I knew our love was torn apart. Here lay my heart, with feelings suppressed; All the memories we have shared, have only left me in a mess. Never knowing if we’d have a chance to get back together, Just tried to forget what we had … Continue reading The other way