There Are Two Kinds Of People

• Ones who write flowery tales about Kolkata and never really arrive there for money/emotional constraints and the ones who stay, feel or at least visit there whenever the heart wants.
• Ones who swear at the IT world yet never really leave it or work properly (or at all) for that matter and the ones who swear at the IT world yet work, earn shit loads and bloat with silent pride.
• Ones who drink for being presentable enough and end up drinking alone all life and the ones who drink with ‘friends’ and gather happy tales.
• Ones who wear white dress with black and pink polka dots, look beautiful for a date night and realize there is no and would never be a date night and the ones who end their date nights with a kiss or more.
• Ones who click the like button at all the happy smiles of consistencies over the years, silently praying to the Gods to finally show mercy and the ones who actually get to be with the consistencies and smile without pretentions.
• Ones who dream of certain simple moments but never really get them and the ones who would make you want to dream, nomatter what, over and over and all over again.
• Ones who stalk all night and the ones whose nights have all the colors in or across Geography.
• Ones who were loved and the ones who would always be loved.
• Ones who are killed and the ones who are dead.