episode-3....

a drunk moron performd an unthinkable horrifying melodramma,n i was totally blanked by d suddenness of d fucking event n my wound started bleeding..n he left me then,went back his way,n it wsnt his fault,he was angry n had every correct reason 2 b mad,given me his place i would have landed few good punches on the drunkhead..bt i was there-alone,sobbing,bronken n mad with rage in d middle of d ni8,n gave my dad a real hard time as i shouted in d top of my lungs..

prolonged episode-3

i gave him gifts that i intended 2 give,n he smiled as he took them,bt it some how seemed plastic n frozen..n my inner termoil began..does he love me?does he want me?is he d same person?do i know him?is this togetherness 4 real?is he trying to console me?n get me back 2 lyf?is this pure sympathy?is he sure of himself?should i be with him?fucking questions left me confused..n we came back home..n just when i thought that ill tell him how i feel just then it happend..

episode-3,continues..

my spirit to eat was gone,those orange n white curtains n d macha was loathsome,i missed my stars n d open wind n sky,n he was there with a plain face,still d same cold presence..we started walking back n i held his hand,lit a fag,n started talking,n finally took a cab n found myself suprisingly in his arms,i ws ashtonished with d contrary of d situation,his biceps were comforting yet so unfriendly touch,like that of a stranger,n there ws a repultion in me,bt stil a craving 4 his presence in my heart

episode 3..

bt he was much more visually beautiful,n sober,n there was those shining im-so-in-luv with eyes..it was him minus d music n d warmth n care,inshort his soul..n he spoke n unknown language,bt something inside me kept me going with him,it was like i was searching for him inside him only..weird me!we went 2 deshopriyo park,n we went to take a ride on d disco dance,n i was damn scared,bt he didnt hold me,n i was scared like a fool..we went 4 dinner,n d roof-top was coverd with stupid decorations..

puja,2010..episode-2..

next day was a damn busy morning..though d lazzyass me was still d late riser..coocking was on my to do list,that 2 mutton..after all d clumsy hands,n sweaty face,n i-smell-of-spices,n helping-hand-dad,n sneaking people n taste-it-n-temmes..d dish was good,n i got an exeeds expectation,n my stomach was happy..then came d i-waited-so-long evening,n after all d careful n detailed make up sessions finally he came..no appriciation from him,n d li8 inside me died off.he was cold,n beyond recognition..

my pujas,2010

it Started lyk ne other day,lazyass myself n d gloomy afternoon,d shosthi began bt wsnt a kickass start 4 me,been there done that standing in a long line 4 piko,last bit of shopping,then a lonely ride 2 home,then he came my sweet jake,lotz of adda,a prolonged walk 2 hajra road through an i-feel-suffocating traffic,chit-chat,d bawals,hooting at hot babes,n oh-so-tasty chicken pakora,fish finger,ice-cream n a good night sleep-it was a happy evening,but start was yet 2 cum...

d gr8 pujas hit bengal...

crowd..lots of people,marching together like ants..d smell of new cloths,perfumes n something more,d flashy loud yet vibrant colours,n all d happy faces...u cant help urself from liking everything..u cant help urself from falling in love..finally my happy place,but few things r yet 2 fix..rupamdehi,jayangdehi,yashodehi trishochani...