Cleaning Your Specs

 

Just when you thought Obhishikta cannot be more random, comes a post on cleaning your specs.

Have you ever wondered, pondered on it?
If you ask me, I do not remember the last time I cleaned mine, however, I do know the feeling of looking through a pair of freshly cleaned specs. Confused much? But my dear, such is life.

Not a fan of different perspectives though, I am perfect. However, how much I love people who clean my specs, before I wake up.
And make me breakfast while at it!

Also, irrelevant, shundor gaan

Wishful Thinking

 My love for Kolkata remains in the many filtered evenings where the sky looked more pink than orange. In the many foggy mornings where I would sleep extra till the winter sun shines bright. My love for Kolkata in the most mundane things, my love for Kolkata that can fight the biggest beasts but not him, not her.

Not that I hate Bangalore. Absolutely not. Definitely not anymore if I may put it correctly. Bangalore held me close at a time when the world turned upside down, when everyone raised their fingers. Bangalore accepted me in my middle aged, moody and pessimist self with cheap wines and cheaper dreams.

However, the perfect Bangalorean weather could never make me feel, the way humid Kolkata weather does.

After spending 3 complete months at the city after 5 years, I am emotional beyond words while it is just about to end. Not tomorrow, but I'm dramatic like that.

Kolkata, my love, someday, someday when you think I'm deserving enough, I'll start living in you again.

Staying out of Kolkata by choice and coming home for Durga Pujo mandatorily for the last 5 years, also mandated, that I miss Kali Pujo. The house would be lit like a happy bride, the father would endlessly put lights on the last possible corner, the sister would click and the mother would send me photos which I would look at in awe, and become terribly sad. 

This year, after 5 years, I am beyond emotional just to be able to put diyas on the boundary walls, just to be able to click photos myself, just to be able to eat sweets that I did not buy. 

Lights did guide me home this time. Knocking wood and tripping over Diwali lights.

Thankful beyond words!

Hope you all had a safe and happy Diwali. 

May the lights of your lives, stay, beyond today ❤️

SPARE THE STRAYS THIS DIWALI.

Love Crazy ?!

It takes crazy to love crazy
It takes crazy to hope.
It takes crazy to love crazy
It takes crazy to cope
Up with all the tied words and Bollywood.
Again!
Noone unropes,
Noone pulls, up the slope;
Again?
It takes crazy to love crazy
It takes crazy to disrobe.
It takes crazy to love crazy
It takes crazy to hope.

- Abhishikta