Tomorrow I leave again 

Tomorrow I get anxious again

Tomorrow I live a half life again

ज़हर वेख के पित्ता,

ते की पित्ता,

इश्क सोच के कित्ता,

ते की कित्ता।

Can someone magically give me a job here? Please!

Universe?

Baranday Roddur

The sheer privilege and joy of sunlight peeping from your Bengali styled window grills, right through your Kakababu Shomogro, to your heart; 

Countdown to go back from home has just started.

Licking my wounds in Calcutta Sun today

Merry Christmas Eve, everyone 

Hope your plum cakes and letters to Santa are sorted

Brain Rot

 Saw a few of my sister's friends post about brain rot a few days ago and wondered how this has been been a constant for quite few years, intellectually too. The lack and search of intellectual Inspiration is a disastrous side that I have very carefully kept in a tiny little box inside the rotten brain, but, coming back to intelligence, it is not even funny!

I had never been the best of minds but I sailed through 4 years of WBUT with a lot of help from R, O and later A. Each, amazed me with their little efforts and much results which I just mindlessly scored. Not complaining, thank you Btech Gods.

Today as I head to the third sem of probably the degree I should have taken in 2018 had I not been lovesick. Brain rot has become more real than ever. Looking and admiring S every time, every day, of every sem exam. Here's hoping MBA Gods also show mery! Pretty Please!

Here we go! 

Song is just to make me happy :)