And just like that, half a decade in this city already, today.

My Heart! :(

A packet of chips made me feel privileged. I left it. I could hardly pay attention to the extensive Eid menu being discussed for Monday. Everything is making me feel privileged, everything is making me feel helpless and sick. I don't even want to get into the loss statistics. I don't even want to get into how useless I feel. I cannot even imagine what the blown away mudhut must have meant to Maya Mashi. I cannot even think how my house now look without the tree in front. Class privilege, yes.
Have been obsessing over Bengal videos and photos since yesterday morning. Took half day off yesterday since I felt sick in my stomach which in turn again made me feel privileged. I was empathetic for all Bengal leaders I had always made fun of.
To keep looking at the phone so that calls from home don't get missed because I cannot call anyone. To wait for news from a home that has no electricity, water or network for slightly more than 3days now. But to still know they're safe, touchwood. Privileged. Very very privileged. I hope this feeling of gratefulness stays and I keep wanting to help the poor and stop the privileged lifestyle even when this passes, if at all this passes. Thank God for a very privileged life. Also, God, please, STOP. Enough thrill already! I don't even. I can't even.

Stay Safe, City! :(

There was once a time when 'Storm Is Coming' was THE title and how I'd wait for opportunities to post it.
Adulthood check: Not a cool thing. Storm.
Figurative, Literal. Nada.

Also hindsight consideration: Stop not wanting to go back to Kolkata. NOW.

Kobi Pronaam and Protijogita Packet Missing

25-e Boishakh!
My wall is all colorful with songs, dances, recitations, drawing. Oh to be a Bangali! ❤️

I took a lot of breaks throughout the day to watch each one and pondered over the childhood Rabindra Jayantis at Shishu Robi club. My father and uncles were always very active members of the club and wanted to me show off my non existent stage skills, every year. And every year, year after year, I would go up on the stage, freeze, and run down eventually. Shesh puroshkar?
Protijogitar jonno luchi torkari and mishtir packet! How I miss the simpler times.
I've never really grown out of the protijogita packets. ❤️

With or without a performance, Kobi Pronaam ❤️

Would you tell him to fare very well?
And that when I said it, I was smiling!
Would you tell him wishes for wedding bell?
And that when I said it, I was smiling!
The world is ramping
The heart is weak
Together or alone
The lights are bleak
Would you tell him he is forgiven?
And that when I said it, I was smiling!
Would you tell him he is forgotten?
And that when I said it, I was smiling!

- Abhishikta