Farewell!

 To My Best Friend,

My fellow Coldplay listening partner, my fellow dreamer, my fellow hopeless lover!

At times you never know when it's the last time you're meeting a person, in their true self or spirit. We never realised ours as well.

And yet, everytime I hear yellow, I remember you. The days under the sun, the sheltered days at Munekolala, the impromptu plans on your Bullet and the many high spirits where I felt a lot of things, but mostly, I felt sheltered.

Fly high, sail away, as you must.

Forever your cheerleader,

Forever,

Will miss you, Imran.

Always Celebrate New Beginnings

 

Reverse Countdown to Bengaluru - 3 Days

 The breakdown

The meltdowns

Kolkata

I can't even

:(

ভ্রমণের শেষে ফিরে এসো তুমি আগের মতো কেউ বসে আছে তোমার অপেক্ষায়

 কেউ বসে আছে তোমার অপেক্ষায়!

Living and loving Kolkata has its own share of heartbreaks.

Especially if you had decided to leave the city too early and then the city never called you back.

So many of us, working so far off got our little paradise amidst the pandemic home office. 

But now, back to reality, back to base.

But the city waits,

Waits, but never calls back.

Never has, someday will?

কেউ বসে আছে তোমার অপেক্ষায়

10 Years Too Soon

 

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle .... count to N!

Pink for Sizzles, Green for Normals,

Metal mugs for Bhalluks, Chakna for Free

Hello Peter Cat!

If I have to name one place in the world where standing in line for table doesn't irritate me, it is this!

My first Chelo in 2012!

And then a series of ritualistic chelos to celebrate milestones. 

However, blame it on the distance, the lack of vehicle, covid scare, new market temptation and Kolkata heat, I remember not visitig this place in the last 4 years until yesterday.

Collaged two photos taken 10years apart at the same table, with more than half of the table population which was exactly the same as what it was, 10years ago. Quicky touched wood while I realised that. Of course all of them find the place overrated. Bleh :P

As the day of leaving Kolkata, again, draws near, I get over nostalgic, of course. 

10 years too soon, too soon.