Yesterday

Memories. Good ones. The times we spent together. The laughs. The smiles. The tears that rolled down my cheeks and ended as a smile on my lips. Because of you.

A cup of coffee. In a disposable plastic cup. A table in the canteen. A game of Monopoly in a lazy college afternoon. Passing a "hello" in between classes. The evening walks. Up and down the steep roads. Everyday goodbyes at 7.55 pm.

Innumerable fights. That many number of  "sorry"...!! Sulks. Shouts. And then smiles again. And hugs.

Music on an Apple ipod. Sharing the headphone. Singing along. Holding hands. Just memories.

A rainy day. No umbrella. A road-side tea stall. Sharing a steaming hot cup of tea. Just us.

Events of yesterday. Memories today. Safely between the pages of my notebook like a dried, pressed rose. Like the rose you gave me one day.

Some things are meant forever. Never to end. It holds true for us. Thank you for the memories.

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.. This post is written for Day 1 - Memories

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THE ULTIMATE BLOG CHALLENGE DAY 3

Sunny childhood days,

Fingerprint of memories

Printed in my heart.

Shared with Write Tribe - The Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day 3 and Haiku Heights - Fingerprint

Mithi's Sally

 

"Maaaaaa....!!!" Mithi's voice quivered as she ran down the steps, restless and tensed. "Ma, where is Sally? I left her on my bed before going to school."

Radha picked up her three-year-old, planted a long,noisy kiss on her cheek, and said, "Sally was old and tattered, wasn't she, Mithi? I'll get you a new one, a Birthday Barbie, I promise." 

Mithi's brown eyes welled up with tears. Her three-year-old mind knew she would never see her dear Sally again.

A chunk of Mithi's childhood died that day.

Pujo 2010 - I Miss

Its Mahashashti today. And my blog post is being written from office. For the first time in my life, I am away from Kolkata during the Pujo. There are so many "first times" in one's life. But not all are pleasant. Like this one...
Sitting in my cubicle, miles away from the city of joy, I realise how much I miss it. The way the city gears up for the festive season is nothing but spectacular. The lights... the pandals... the sea of people pushing you down the aisle just to get a glimpse of the idol... the late night pandal-hopping... facing the terrific traffic jam for hours just to spend an hour in Maddox Square with a couple of old school friends... the Ferris Wheel of Deshapriya Park... walking from one corner of the city to another, in a pair of new shoes and ending up with terrible shoe bites... the pink candy floss (or burir chul as we better know it)... offering Anjali in saree on Ashtami morning... the late night addas without Mom getting annoyed... 4 days of pure bliss!!
Way back in school, the first feeling of Pujo was felt when my Bengali teacher used to give us an assignment of writing a paragraph on Sharatkal (Autumn) or DurgaPujo or maybe Amar Priyo Utsab (my favourite festival)... thats the time my Thamma or my Dadubhai used to help me write a beautiful write-up, quoting Tagore. And that added an extra flavour to the whole feeling.

And this year, i felt no remote signs of the festival arriving. No Kashphool on the sides of the roads, no pandals, no lights, no smelling the new pages of a Pujobarshiki, no whole day trip to New Market and coming back loaded with bags of new clothes.... :(
But I guess thats how Life is....
P.S : people who are my near and dear ones and who know the essence of Durga Pujo in Kolkata, might be sympathising with me... but don't worry, I am landing in my City Saptami night...!!! just couldnt bear to stay away from the city at this time of the year!!! :)

Linked to Let's Celebrate Durga Puja