Be Well, My Lovelies

People we knew, and love(d).

Not the kind of love where you're in love with them. Just the kind where you love.

Maybe the teacher who taught you to love to write; the lady you never missed texting after a java failure because you believed their prayers had power; the friend who sent Bangla poems by his Granny on sms; the mentor who would keep The Voices suppliments' cut outs for your name; the friend you'd walk the last delayed 5mins to your home, from school with; the loves!

And all of them are there, somewhere in this universe, somewhere puttting up stories, just that you don't get to see them. Just that you don't get to know them. And probably now if you do, you won't recognise them too.

LepchaJagat!

We all know about the mighty Darjeeling, especially if you are a Bengali, you must have gone to Darjeeling at some summer or winter holidays, if not all!

Lepchajagat is a little hamlet, around 17km from Darjeeling which has never got its due credit, and maybe for good because there is still the old world charm of momos, tribal pork and a sense of happy trance here.

The best stay here is at the WB Govt forest bunglow which is tough to get, so, the 5-6 homestays available will do perfectly fine, as well!

Tall trees, constant fog, Hit from Sikkim, Shikhar from Nepal, these are Lepchajagat trademarks, and of course the warm people who will smile at you, wave at you, and you would know all of them in a day because they are a handful and distinctively happy high!

Neta Ji!

 Might not have the face to post, post Saturday 

But first stint at Netagiri, for the older me, soon, okay! -_+

Also, not so secretly, hoping to win too.

ভালো থেকো, ভালোবাসা

 

ভালো থেকো মন কেমন

ভালো থেকো হৃদয়

কখনো হেসে, কখনো ভালোবেসে

ভালো থেকো ‌রণজয় |

ভালো থেকো জীবনের তরী

ভালো থেকো ছোটবেলার গান

আহ্লাদে, সম্পূর্ণ বিশ্বাসে

ভালো থেকো মান অভিমান |

ভালো থেকো প্রথম বৃষ্টির আভাষ

ভালো থেকো আগমির আশা

এক পলক স্বপ্নে, প্রেমের যত্নে

ভালো থেকো, ভালোবাসা |

- অভিষিক্তা 

Gush of wind

Splash of water

Goodmorning pretty city!

Kollolini :)

 Ki Gorom!

Haa, London e jonmechhili toh!

Mine and Maa's standard conversation post landing to Kolkata for quite many years. I was so happy when she complained about the heat last week after coming to Kolkata from Bangalore. Next it was my turn today.

I worry extra about everything to look, feel and be extra correct at Kolkata for S. I act like a C grade Bollywood aunty presenting her child in front of a marriage prospect when it comes to Kolkata and S.

So we landed, stood on the ever going prepaid queue, cursed cab drivers for finding innovative reasons for not coming and cherry on the cake, gorom! 

What you see on the face? Is it sweat? It is oil? Who can tell. S looked like he'll faint any moment, even if you cut my exaggeration, he looked quite unwell, add the semi sick he has been for the looong week we had. 

Worry

More worry

Even more frustration

Puffs of dust miked wind straight into our eyes,

A little peak from the mask to smell it all.

A little spray too!

Kalboishakhi!

Hello Kollolini

:')

Now, if the fate gods behave, might as well get a taxi after 1.5hrs of wait. Who can tell!