A Long Way Down

Even though her eyes were fixed on the large oil paintings on the wall, she was trying hard to get herself out of the crowded art gallery. The weekend crowd – all those unfamiliar faces, trying hard to form futile queues distracted her a little. She turned back to leave. At that very moment, her eyes met his!

thoughts...

thoughts…

It had been ten long years since they last met. For a moment, both of them stand rooted to the spot, staring at each other, trying to discern the changes in each other. He started walking up with his eyes fixed on her.

“Rohit!” the name escaped her mouth. Her eyes filled with joy and then began to fade in a few seconds.

She first met him at the college cafeteria, when he generously handed over the last piece of dhokla to her, which they both happened to order at the same time. She smiled, feeling a little amused. That was the beginning of their friendship. She felt like she had known him forever.

With him around, her life had been electrifying. She thought she had found her soul-mate. But destiny  had other plans for them. They had to part.

She had moved on, but he often had come in her thoughts. Some of his lessons – she still practiced in her day to day life.

“Long time!” he said with a smile. “You have changed so much!” his voice shook her out of her thoughts. She was lost, gone back to her college days. His dark, intense eyes met hers again. It felt a little awkward though.

She reciprocated with just a smile. He looked smart in his mauve T-shirt, but a little pale.

They walked out of the gallery to the adjacent garden. She sensed he wanted to share so many things with her, perhaps some things which he had never told anyone… but somehow he fell silent.

There was a sense of defeat deep within. She could feel the spark was missing between them. They both had parted ways, literally!

“Daddy! Where were you?” a little girl came running up to him and hugged. He was overwhelmed, his eyes filled with fatherly joy.

“My daughter Sarah,” he said in a gentle voice, cuddling the little one.

She faked a smile, stood there like a stone not knowing what to say.

“Come on Dad, momma is waiting in the car!” the little girl said feeling a bit impatient.

For some time she looked foolishly at the father-daughter duo that’s supposed to be a beautiful moment on earth. But, she couldn’t savour. She felt a deep sense of void within, perhaps a little envious too!

She shouldn’t have condemned his love then, ended all of it bitterly. Now she could feel the sharp sting of abandonment, a sense of drowning.

“Need to leave now…” he said feeling a bit hesitant. “Hope to see you soon!”

He left…. Leaving everything around her like a whirl.

“Tring a la-Tring-a la!” the cellphone rings, shaking her out of her thought. Nikhil called.

“Honey, what’s up? Are you still at the art gallery?” he asksed.

Before she replied, he said, “Be there, I’m coming to pick you up… We can get something packed for dinner tonight, right?”

“Okay…”. She sighed!

There was so much more to say — so much more to ask! May be some conversations end this way… or maybe some things are not meant to end ever!

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Come, Fall In Love!

Ever wondered what is Love, the four-letter word that has often – like a magic wand –  created allurement, enchantment and even upheaval in the history of humankind? Well, for those who have felt it at some point of time (and I’m sure most of us have) know that love is probably the closest we could come to magic! It’s never-ending, it’s eternal, and even if it hurts, we would not mind going an extra mile to make it happen…

Love is an enchantment!

Love is an enchantment!

Love is an enchantment!  The soft rose petals, the clear blue sky, beautiful melodies, never-ending dreams, the smile of a baby, crystal clear waterfalls – Everything wonderful, everything magical… that’s love!

Love is the eagerness we have hidden inside us – the reservation made for that Special person. Love is that one word that liberates us from all sorrows and pain of life. It’s about promises, vows and beliefs. When life gets hard, when things change, its true love that keeps us going…

Love is exhilarating, limitless and divine. So, believe in love, fall in love, get out of it, learn, celebrate it and make it worth! Never let go of love. The whole world is made up of it. Just live with it unconditionally!

Remembering Meetu

Our snow white - Meetu

Our snow white princess – Meetu

Meetu darling,

Our Snow White princess…I know you are in a blessed land, a different world, where I heard there’s no end to joy and tranquility. Although you are gone and I can no longer feel your warmth, your tender and loving face; I still can picture your beauty in my mind.  Nothing can ever touch or remove my everlasting memories of my most worthy ‘pet sister.’

Seven years passed since you’ve left us.

In the days and weeks following your death, people told me “it will get easier with time.” Now, seven years later, I can say that yes, in some ways it has. Your death is no longer one of the first things I remind myself of when I wake up, nor is it the last thing I think about before I fall asleep; it no longer consumes me.

But, even then, I Miss You.  I still have days when it’s just as painful as it was seven years ago, and I still have moments when I silently cry. There are things, in particular, that trigger one of those moments forcing me to quite literally say hello to my sorrow – again and again.

But with time, I realised that we never lose the ones we love, even to death, literally. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

And so here’s a short poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye, which gives me some comfort…

 

meetu

I am the diamond glint of snow…

Don’t stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning, hush.
For I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.

Wait for me in Heaven… someday, when my work is done on this earth, I’ll join you there…

With love,

Your dearest ‘sis’.

An Air of Youthfulness

Book review:

Love, Films and Rock ‘n’ Roll

Swayam Ganguly’s debut novel – Love, Films and Rock ‘n’ Roll is nothing out of the world, but that’s what sets it apart from the crowd. The storyline is simple, centering the lives of three young men who meet as strangers on a train journey and become friends forever. While their common points of interest was a love for the arts and a desire to do something ‘different,’ the story further explores the changing perception of the younger generation, and how with the help of the central theme – love, films and music – the men relive their inherent cultural values.

- Love, Films and Rock ‘n’ Roll

Love, Films and Rock ‘n’ Roll

The language is vivacious and has a youthful charm as the author aptly describes the emotions of the young men, their state of mind and also that of the other characters.

Swayam needs to be applauded for doing a good amount of research while writing his book, especially when his characters discuss the various aspects of film and music, it shows his depth of knowledge on the subjects. At the same time, he has also painted a wonderful picture of the city of joy – Kolkata, as he goes on to describe the streets, its people, the teeming crowd and every other minute detail. The descriptions are vivid and come straight from his heart.

The way Swayam has structured the content needs a special mention. The book is divided into three parts, each having a certain number of chapters. The book shuttles between the past and present – as in the first part we get to see how the three characters get to meet and discover their dreams and desires. The second part deals with how they go about chasing their dreams and finally, the last section depicts their changing perceptions, some fulfilled ambitions and ends on a positive note.

The fact that the novel deals with Youth and the younger generation makes it invigorating. Well structured, inspiring and lively, Love, Films and Rock ‘n’ Roll is indeed an enjoyable read!

To learn more about the book, visit: https://www.facebook.com/lovefilmsandrocknroll

On your 40th Wedding Anniversary

Dear Mum and Baba,

Today, I was reminded all over again that I am so incredibly blessed to have you as my parents. I realize with each passing day how special it is to have parents like you.

You have been the example I hope to be to my kid, and I thank you for everything you have done for us.

Congrats on your 40 years of togetherness and here’s to another 40!

Love today and always-

Tunni