" Percept of TIME . . ! "

Today they complete the twenty-sixth day for this month. Two years, four months and eighteen days ago, when they first met, they were just kids forced into science by society. 

The first thing he noticed was her blue eyes, they had a certain truth to them. You can cover your flaws, you can tie your cracks together but the eyes, they are always the same aren’t they?  Her blue eyes swam amidst beautifully applied kajal. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and that’s how they met. She walked up to him and reminded him to blink. Well, love isn’t perfect, sometimes its just creepy. He swam back to the shore and apologized. 

This encounter did ensure that they always avoided each other out of sheer awkwardness then one day, he sent her a text. Hours and hours, they used to talk. They had a language of their own, " you’ve been in love you know... Don't you? ". A giggle, a smile that breaks into a laughter and others are just stare, guessing what is happening, why are these two laughing. 

That one late night, 3am possibly, when she called saying that her parents are fighting and he calmed her down. That other night when they were so engrossed in building a dream together that they missed sleep & the following morning, when they both got thrown out of class for sleeping. The hundreds of plans that never happened and the hundreds that did. 

And then, the fights, oh the fights..! When they fought, even the walls shuddered as they walked past each other in the halls. They were so messed up and yet so perfect. They were like wind blowing in opposite directions and calm only when together, they canceled each other’s flaw and complimented the charms. For two years they have built this relationship, step by step, brick by brick. Everything was their thing, smiles, jokes, memes, fire exits, they had a story every where. Hugs, they loved hugs more than they loved each other. Hugs are amazing, aren’t they? A sense of safety, a sense being whole. A hug is magic and it’s fulfilling. A hug is all you really need. 

They met that evening, tears in her eyes and tears in his. He had a brave face, but a broken, shattered heart. The pieces of his heart were slitting his soul from within, he bled and still held his smile together. She wept through smiles, the sun was escaping and so was their life. School had ended and they wouldn’t meet again. He tried to make her laugh, all those stories and things flashed in front of them, he tried everything but she wouldn’t quit crying. It was time for a hug…. the last one. 

All those dreams, those stories, those moments came crashing down when they parted ways. How is it that they were one soul for two years and now they were nothing. The gap they left in each other’s life would never be filled again. But HOPE.... Hope is amazing, isn't it..? Hoping that their paths meet again..!!



Sometimes long lost relationships are :

"Hard To Forget... Simply Complicated.... Contagious without a Cure..."

#Live.. #Love.. #Prosper ..✌

~Abhishek Bose..

LOG KYA KAHENGEY.....?

They won't curl up next to you, as you wet your pillow, remembering a distant dream every night.

They won't wake up next to you, every morning, as your brush away the thoughts of that love you wanted,profession you lusted for and happiness that you've chosen to ignore.

They won't applaud your struggles with accepting the lies you tell yourself every day.

They'll just be there.
And say some more.
"LOG TOH KAHENGEY...."
"Par tum kyu sunna chahte ho?"

"Nobody can give you FREEDOM... Nobody can give you Equality or Justice or Anything... If you're BRAVE enough, you take it..."

#Live.. #Love.. #Prosper ... ✌

~ Abhishek Bose ..

The Collateral Beauty..!

Words weave the magic that no other form of communication has the capability to form, maybe as I have a biased approach towards the words and acting as an advocate (for self) as the intensity is truly strong. The wordsmiths can transport you into a world filled with fantasy, love, affection, death, pain... though all of these are mere words, and abstract concepts but once they are painted in our minds, they transform into beautiful pictures.

All our canvases are blank and vacant but as we find new words our canvas changes color. I have always wondered how a simple intonation or the way we read a particular statement can make us lose our cool or make us so happy that we are brimming with joy. Love fills our heart and we have a toe curling experience all of a sudden. The beauty of words is mostly not recognized yet we cannot survive without it. All of us long for that one little reaction from a loved one. We wait just to hear what our heart desires from an individual in a situation.

Every concept can be painted in the shade we like. The abstract concepts become our reality, though it is an alternate form in our minds but the concrete form is gifted by words. I could make death seem like a beautiful damsel who just wants to be embraced with all the love you have as her beauty has never been witnessed for what it is. The collateral beauty in the process of grieving seldom goes unnoticed as we are busy blaming Death for her wrath, but do we even notice the gift of wisdom she gifts us. Like that the over appreciated and loved is the concept of love and we paint it Red always but is she always Red? Love can simply be intensely painful and be a reason for all the pain yet can be the reason you find your safe haven. The validation of the fact that the warm fuzzy feeling inside has an origin.

While I went on rambling, the words in my head were dancing to form images and they were a feature film that is beyond my patience level to pen for the viewers or you might say I would like to spare you with the boring details as peeking into the loony bin is not what you would like to do in a matter of few minutes. Yet I feel that the greatest gift to mankind has been words and greater is the form of expression.

I love You - A simple phrase but has the capability to destroy you or fill you with happiness.

Context 1 - The girl leaving the Airport and probably they would never see each other ever again. Holds the Boy close one last time. A tear trickles away, her eyelids wet, her cheeks blushed and her lips trembling... Biting her lip she whispers - I love You

Context 2 - He holds her hand for one of the million times, pulls it out of his pocket. The gleams of the Rock seems to blind the girl. Her tears are filling her with joy. His efforts seem to have come to life. Her wait for the moment was complimented with the shine. The size did not matter. He said - I love You?

Depart or inseparable words can change you forever, they can twist your inside completely and leave you breathless. They are a serendipitous affair I seem to have embarked upon. they entice me, allure me, tempt me and made an effect which has no boundaries. A madhouse inside my head and a chaos in my heart. You are my love that I can never define and nor have the intention of justifying. Here is to my collateral Beauty... The timeless award of an everlasting Love affair... Would you be mine?

“ Just be sure to notice the collateral beauty. It’s the profound connection to everything... ”

W A L L S . . . ( To Be Build or Not )

There’s a reason why my walls are built so high, and there’s a reason it will take you longer than expected to bring them down. There’s a reason why I’m guarded.

I’m guarded because I’ve been hurt before. We all have. My weakness is that I carry the pain with me as a constant reminder that it could happen again. And while this is such a cautious way to walk through life, while instead I could be wildly sprinting, the wild sprint has made me fall and trip before, and the scrapes and burns were painful. So painful that it takes a while to try and run that fast again. So I walk, and I walk carefully noticing my surroundings because I worry if I were to ever fall that hard again, I might not be able to get back up.

I’m guarded because I’m scared of what you’ll think, but not scared enough to admit it. I fear your disapproval like a little girl fears the monster under her bed, and right now I will just keep quiet to avoid any disturbance.

I’m guarded because no one has ever protected me as well as I protect myself. My own armor has been stronger than yours, or his, or hers, and it will continue to be until someone shows me otherwise.

I’m guarded because I’m no stranger to failure, and while it has made me stronger, it has also made me more aware of all that can go wrong.

I’m guarded because I’ve mistakenly invested my trust in those who took it for granted, and because of their disregard, I no longer hand that trust out so easily.

I’m guarded because I see the damage coming before it even happens, and I know that the lucky ones will tell me how unreasonable, pessimistic, and sad this all sounds, but even when you try to tell yourself that this time is different, the reminder seeps back in.

Life will bring hurt and pain, and people will disappoint you, but no one has the ability to break down your walls except for you. I’m guarded because I’ve chosen to be that way..... 

But the reality is - 

" The walls we build around us to keep SADNESS out also

keeps out the JOY .... "

#Live.. #Love.. #Prosper ... ✌

~ Abhishek Bose ..

I'll ...

If you’re choosing to be in my life and you give me your best, I’ll reciprocate that.

I’ll always do more than expected.

I always say thank you and show appreciation.

I’ll always defend you.

Even behind your back.

If you choose me I will always choose you.

And I don’t care about what people may think or say.

Their opinions I’ve never let influence my own.

To me loyalty is everything.

And you’ll always have mine.

If I see something in you, that’s it.

That’s enough for me.

But the second you make me question my own worth, that’s when I stop trying.

The second you start fumbling through excuses I don’t want to believe at first, I begin to look at you differently.

The moment you stop answering or showing you don’t care I will too.

The second things become expected and not appreciated, I pause.

The moment you take my love for granted or make it feel like some burden to you, I’ll walk away.

Because I should never have to fight to be in your life.

I shouldn’t have to compete.

When I make you a priority don’t make me feel like some choice you get to make.

When I go out of my way and you can’t even meet me halfway there, I’ll turn around.

I hate giving up on people.

But more than that I hate not feeling good enough.

Like my efforts should be more.

Like there is some flaw holding me back from earning and deserving your love.

Like my best doesn’t match up to you and what you want or need

If you want to be in my life fine.

I’ll always fight for you but I’ll never fight for you to stay.

And if it comes to that, I’ll hold open the door with a smile and let you go without a word.

Even if I don’t understand or it’s breaking my heart to see you go.

But I’ll say goodbye and not dwell on it.

" Because the truth is — they always come back... "

#Live.. #Love.. #Prosper ..✌

~Abhishek Bose..

Mind Or Heart . . . ???

Mind said- "Get over him! It's been years altogether, You lost him."

Heart said- "I didn't lose him. It's just that he didn't choose me. My love for him is inexhaustible!"

Mind said- "What about your happiness?"

Heart said- "To expect, is not love. To give, is to love! 

You know it’s love when all you want is his happiness, even if you’re not a part of his happiness.."

Mind said- "Why do you love him, even after all that?"

Heart said- "Love is not just a mere feeling. Love is when you live thousands of diverse feeling for that "one" person, yet you adore him, want him, LOVE him.."

Because at the end of the day, all I know is that- he never asked me to stop loving him!! His own opinion didn't change my affection.... 

He is not my weakness, but my strength....

 Ask me a reason....? 

No! Once I get a reason, the reason will overpower my love....

I Love you, simply because I do...! 

Yet, I can wait for you forever, because you are worth waiting for....

But, I won't ask you for your love, because I want you yourself to feel it....

Oh Yes, I miss you..!

                                             

" पिता से ही नाम मेरा ...!! "

This write-up is dedicated to my friend Shristi Das and to the most pious bond one can share... Thanks alott girl for helping me to frame this and above all sharing it with me... 

To the first man I ever LOVED.. 


Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of a just cause, the triumph of truth...

I really tried to be natural but I do not know if its up to the mark or not... But yeah LOVE never DIES.. 

Dear Dad,

I write to you not only as your daughter, but as one of many daughters who know the unique intricacies of the lessons only their fathers could teach them. I write to you because out of every helping hand I have received in this world, you receive the least amount of credit and praise for the things you do. You’ve always stood back and let me shine, only stepping in when I call for you knowing you can’t be more than a short distance away. It’s time I use these words to pull you and every other remarkable father into the light you so deserve to be seen in. It’s time that light radiates on the genuine and extraordinary love only you could have shown me.

Yes you are with till my dawn and I know you will always show me the right path. You know why..?? Because i have a secret whenever I want my MAN to be beside me I just put my hand over that Left side where Your Soul is beating and keeping me ALIVE and going..

A father teaches his daughter many lessons about what it means to truly love and experience this life. One of the most critical understandings he can portray to the young eyes beaming up at him is the notion of how she should be treated. Dad, I remember everything. I remember being tucked in at night and kissed good-bye before you left for work. I remember every time my sister and I made you dress up in crowns and feather boas, and play with our dolls. I remember every piggy-back ride and backyard game. I remember every chocolate sundae and long talk shared on drives home from each and every place. I remember every time you selflessly did what I wanted, and never asked for anything in return. I remember every display of overwhelming patience and grace you showed me. I remember how beautifully u called me by my name that was meant to be called by u BABA. I remember how firmly yet calm and composed you used to make me understand that my short-tempered behavior shall lead to nowhere. I remember BABA. I still remember. I remember it all, because it lives in the heart of your Monty forever.

Often a dependable and trustworthy father figure can become a scarcity today, so for those of us blessed enough to be graced with one like you, we feel the strength of that presence. Yes i will have that emptiness in life but your memories, your voice, your smile, your touch fulfill those emptiness. Yes BABA you are with me, and ofcourse i am your potray to this world. We watched the way you ran to get those teddys for us in the rain or wiped our tears away after a boy broke our hearts. We let those images engrave themselves on our young and transforming hearts as we grew into young women. We learned to love the way we were loved by you. We had high expectations because you set the bar high. We had high hopes because you taught us that love from another should be respectful, honest and encouraging. As a father, you taught so much more than a daughter could ever articulate.

Dad, you were the first man I ever loved. You held me, played with me, supported me and let me grow. Your patience, quiet notion of complete understanding and unwavering love made me the woman I am today. You believed in me first. You danced with me first. You gave me all I could have ever needed, because you gave me love. And by giving me love, you taught me what love is and also what it isn’t. You showed me that love is being strong and humble, while also loving one’s self enough to reach for the stars. Love is respect and support on all of life’s endeavors. You’ve packed up that red truck and brought me to every new adventure my heart needed to go on. You’ve held me tight and told me I could do anything.

And I know on that One day you’ll walk me down the aisle to another man, chosen in the image of how you taught me to be loved. When I let go of your arm I hope you know that my heart is molded in the shape of the love you showed me. I hope you know I’m never really letting go because I know that through any stage I encounter or dream I decide to chase, you’re still back there watching me, and waiting for my call. I know that in my heart there is no love like the first love, and that part of me will always belong to my dad.

Baba I know this that you are not with me anymore but, i can never accept that fact. Ami time ae pichone jeye oiyi date ta k skip korte chai baba. Tomar Mon k tumi chai baba. Ami jaani tumi dadubhai'er kache diye amay dekho amar shahajjo koro but baba amake tomar awaaz shunte ache, tomar kandhe matha rekhe ghumote aache, tomar boka shonar ache baba. I really really miss u baba, i miss everything about you baba. I need you baba, I need My shelter and support, I know each and every person think that I am really very strong and they ask me to mould them as I am, but how to utter the Reality ki aami aj oo tomar oi Montu jey choto choto kothae kende dai n raag hoye jae, i miss u every single second Baba. Its said that a daughter is true replica of her father and you know what baba i cant describe thw feeling jokhon keu bole ki a maa mimi to puro nijer babar moton dekhte hoyeche puro sonjoy da to, baba tumi naai to kichu naayi baba, tumi chiley to shob chilo baba, : Khokono laage ki keu emni aashuk jey tomaake firiye dik ek baar shudu ek baar, onek kichu bolar ache tomay baba onek kichu but tumi naai baba. i need you baba. I know however i cry, however so badly i want you beside me but i cannot have you baba.. Baba oo baba plzz.. Ami eyi feeling ta kokhuno share korte chaii ni kenoki aami sympathy chai na baba but baba amay tomar aador chai baba tumi chai baba. I need my man god. I miss you every single second baba... 

Baba...

जिन्दगी तो मेरी कट रही है आपके बाद भी….

मगर आप के बिन जीने में वो बात नहीं…

उपर से तो सब मेरे अपने ही अपने है…
मगर आप की तरह अन्दर से कोई मेरे साथ नही…

ख्याल सब रखते है मेरा अपने तरीके से अच्छी तरह…
म्गर अपसे जिद करने का माजा अब आता नहीं…

लडाईयां तो अब भी होती है घर में हमारे…
मगर आपसे वो मीठा मीठा लडने का मजा कोई दे पाता नहीं…

मै आज भी शाम को दरवाजे पे नजरें टिकाये रहती हूं…
आयेंगे अभी बाबा चॉकलेट और तोफे ले के मै अपने से दिल से बार बार कहती हूं…

मगर जब देखती हूं आस आस आप नहीं होते…
तब सच जानियें आपके ये बच्चे छिप छिप के अकेले में है बहुत रोते..

कोई भूल थी अगर मेरी तो एक दफा कहते मुझे…
ऐसे अकेला छोड जाना कोई अच्छी बात नहीं…..

Forever,
Your Little Girl

Mon .. 

"My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. . . ."☺☺☺

Memories Rusting..!!

I remember when I last had my bicycle ride. 




It was more than a ride- an epicure for my hungry mind. And I wrote an excerpt by the words the wind whistled in my ears, the string of grammars the long grasses waved to me and the steady thoughts the mountains provided me with. Now after years, I found it rusting in a corner of my garage, a field of merriment of sport for the arachnids and the roaches. I felt its grief somehow. A thing which provided me the motivation to write, now simple was lost in a figment of my imagination. So, I thought to rejuvenate it with the colors of love. Why to restrict the Valentine's Day to people? Why not things especially something which filled the glorious pages of past? Every junk, old, aged, forgotten even my rusty bicycle deserves an honor. Because one cannot climb the stairs of age without few attics of past. Cherish them for sometimes the old is more precious than the 

GOLD...

It's just not an iOTA ..!!!

To cry is no sin..!!

Rather a very conventional mean to speak that for which you are at a loss of words. When you cry, you grieve and express your pain to this very nature and in turn it soothes you. A single drop of tear has millions of memories caught in a strand of pain. And I shall explain this as simply as to a little child. Your tears fall on this very earth, the earth knows your pain. The rains and winds carry it to the sea, they accompany your worse memories. The sea absorbs your tear in itself, it feels your agony. It rises to the clouds by the virtue of the sun,the heaven is laden with grief. And then the rains come down, as the skies cried feeling the pain of so many other tears. And those pains, comes gushing down your guilty flesh and soothes you as the evening music to a tired traveler. Cry, thus, until you feel empty. Cry and let this world share your pain because as I always say, you never are quite alone. Tears are precious. Don't waste them on the ones who don't care for you rather, preserve them for the few who really want you...

What If ...??

What if nature sang a song??

What if the rising sun was the curtain opening for the orchestra? What if the first chirp of the morning bird was simply to awaken the sleepy listeners awaiting all night long? What if every chore we do at every second, our every action has a rhythm? What if every helping hand we extend are those most precious lines of the song that touches our heart? What if the sound of the flowing river and the wind, the crunch of the yellow dry leaf and the hum of bees; the calling of the animals and the cry of birds; the thunder of clouds and the rumble beneath earth, every bit of these composed the entire background score? What if the music is that every bit of love human heart possess? We, but, are just a part of this beautiful song, just too deaf to hear. For the song, every word has to end. The word I made with my life shall end too and so will yours. Then why not, make it beautiful, a memorable excerpt, which shall beautify and make people remember us in the ages to come...!!!