And she'll be there

And every one is in love. LOL to that :D

The boshonter hawa is here.
It is the prem prem season again when poems will be written, dedicated, read to, hidden from and finally forgotten...
Spoil spoil your college years

Megh poen er bager bhetor mon kharaper dista

I guess I have become one pessimistic bitch.Good Luck everyone with your love games :)
*much love*

:)
Shono

Those who wish to sing
... always find a song

Waking up at 5 in the morning at the sound of continuous lightning and then the night lamp (yes you read it right) suddenly starts pom pomp phush and finally goes off... your sleepy head wonders if the world is ending today, this moment... then you close all the windows out of darrrrrr and go off to sleep and wake up to find... ki thanda porechhe!

I am hating the gloomy weather, the rain is not even romantic

P.S. Happybirthdaytoyou
I long back to the white skirt, blue cardigan and proper winter days.

But something touched me deep inside... The day the music died

Love

Photo Courtesy: Rusha Bose

When on cold winter mornings.

You just wished I was there,

When you anonymously dedicated a poem,

Or smiled at me, or simply stared,

When you secretly clicked

A photo of mine or two,

I always knew. I always knew.

But when you had no time free

To love me back or look at me,

I silently looked at you

And you had no clue. You had no clue.