Rain. Kolkata. And him.

ভিজছে রাস্তা, ভিজছে ফুটপাথ, আজ ভিজতে ব্যস্ত এ শহর | মন ভিজছে না এই বর্ষাতেও, যেন শুকনো জীবন ই আমার দোসর | [Poem by Rajat Mukherjee]

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Basanta-utsab ’11

Colours of happiness fill my mind when I recall 19th March '11. Shantiniketan was crowded with lots of multicolured smiles, it was graceful, elegant still composed. Graceful for the presence of talents, elegant for Senoritas and composed for the presence of mother-figures. An unknown sweetheart! Ain't she moody? Rang barse! Suddenly saw this woman with …

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A fine afternoon. Awesome lunch. Then, a post-lunch walk. Unaware of the near future. All of a sudden, I came across them. Gracefully composed two souls on earth. They smiled, posed before me. Did they silently ask, "why red"? [PS- I thought of giving captions for the pictures, then I realized some things are best …