Yet Another New Beginning

After reopening my blogger profile after countless years, it is interesting to find that I had started the profile 15 years back in 2009. That is exactly when I was half my current age!

 Life has taken multiple turns and jumps since then, and now in 2024, I am living in almost as much uncertainty as my 15 year young self. 

Writing has always been my way of dealing with any form of emotional upheavals, and that is exactly what brings me back to this age blog after all these years.

I am currently staying alone in Jamshedpur, working in a fairly innominate corporate hospital called Tata Main Hospital, and feeling quite lonely out here. Life has taken a path quite different from what my husband and I had planned or thought of. So, it is all a ball game of adjusting at the moment.

I would update this blog as frequently as I can , as a way to stay sane and also to get back into the habit of writing.

Let's see how this goes.

To Run Free

The raspy voice echoed on the walls of the sleepy houses, cursing and threatening him of death.

As he ran with all the air left in his lungs, he could see that it was catching up on him. It looked even bigger, now that he had left the bright light far away. The faint moonbeam failed to outshine the nightclouds.

He thought how, just moments ago, he had been walking foot in foot with his shadow, whistling to himself, on his way back home.

Tired as stone, he thought of breaking the run and knocking on a nearby door for refuge. But, who would believe if he said that he was being chased by his own shadow, that has suddenly demanded freedom from this eternal attachment with him?

As he tripped and fell over the cobbled thoroughfare, knocked out of life, a darkness lurked away speedily, disappearing in the next bend.

There lied beneath the glimmering moonlight, a man without his shadow.

The Damselfly Position

With you, I fly;
it's the little secret of ours,
lovingly kept, untold to a soul.
With you, I am free,
like a bird in spring,
like the waves coming rushing to the shore.

With you, I love, I live,
I leave
For the roads unknown,
to journeys of which there's been no stories yet told.

Hold me up in the Damselfly Position, always,
let's fly off--
With you, I'm home.

Rainbows on Trains

The train, at this time of the day, remains mostly empty.
In the mornings and evenings, bored faces head either to or fro their obvious daily destinations.
But now, one can have the fun of guessing where each of these handful of passengers are headed.

He was happy when his guesses proved right as the three ladies got down at their pre-nominted stations. But even with his sharpest eye or mighty intuition, he could never guess that the girl who sat in the same corner everyday just loved to read her novels on the running train.
 The sun fell through her glasses on the yellow-tinged pages to form a tiny rainbow which she followed till the end.

The gaps in the Memories

It was her last day in the house. All things were packed; the remaining will be left for the next tenants to do away with. In one corner, stood the stack of her 16 diaries; she had written them religiously  for over 20 years of her life. Topmost was the one that he had given her, on one of her birthdays. The thick layer of dust protected the past, as if like a blanket.

As she carelessly glided past the stack, she noticed the marks of three fingers on the top cover. She didn't remember touching it in years.

Opening the first page, she also couldn't remember from her withering memories, whether he had written this note all those years back. In bright aquamarine, it read, "Keep writing, dear, wherever you are."

বিদ্রোহ

তাঁর কান গরম হয়ে যাচ্ছে,  মাথাটা তেতে উঠছে,  শিরায় শিরায় রক্ত যেন টগবগিয়ে ফুটছে। অচিরেই বেড়ে যাওয়া কপালের ওপর ক্রমশ ফুটে উঠছে শিশিরকণার মত ঘাম। নাহ! আর সহ্য করার প্রশ্নই ওঠে না!

মাঝদুপুরে ২৭১ নম্বর বাসের অপেক্ষায় দাঁড়িয়ে জনার্দনবাবু  ঠিক করেই ফেললেন যে এবার সূর্যদেবের নামে চাইল্ড আবিউজ এর মামলাটা ঠুকেই দেবেন।

Alone

She thought that 12 years of widowed life has taught her to live alone.

Her cat's death proved her wrong.