Picture taken by dg.
Picture taken at seven in the morning.
Picture taken when I had my legs entwined under the blanket,one hand under my pillow, the other flung aside..and head buried in the pillow,eyes tightly shut.Yes ,wide asleep I was.Had woken up at five to close the windows ,and had jumped into the deep slumber,as if in search of adventures untold of.



Has been raining incessantly.The monsoons are here to stay.Heck..in Calcutta,you're supposed to expect just that.But really enchanting twas,the sky.



Was at my cousin's place the other day.The boyfriend and gilrfriend had broken up.The boyfriend was going away to the U.K,had left behind "gifts" for my cousin.Was seated on the bed..in one of the rooms in her two-room flat.All sprawled out.The chocolates were spread out before me."take your pick".....she said.The twitch of her brow over the sullen eyes was just about enough to get me started.


And later as I was returning back home,as the rickshaw swept past the narrow alleys...was wondering..how much importance do I hold ?..I mean..I am the kind of person who always craves for attention.Like if I wear a nice dress to some social gathering..and people give me compliments..I start thinking on the lines of.."the dressing up was worth it".But then how do I know how much of importance I hold?..in other people's life?..say my friends..or family members..not my immediate family..but the other people...or say my neighbours..the nice girl from the first floor in our apartment building..borrowed this book from me,does she really think about me whenever she opens the book?Or,say my net friends..after a hearty conversation online..do people think about me?..do they ponder on how silly or funny I am..like I do?


And yes..there is something wrong with me.I am under the impression that the spaces are becoming wider,people are staying away from each other..and getting more and more isolated.Technology helps..but its just like putting up an act..artificial.Like my cousin Rijuda.There was a time when we would pour out hearts out..write long ellaborate letters to each other...we were so close...but now,we live in the same city..and all that is there is a missed call every now and then.Shucks.

And my mamabari...my maternal uncle's place use to be a two storeyed house...four families used to stay there ..and have all the fun in the world....dining together..on the floor, during the summers..with inputs from all the mamis..fresh fish from the pond,and genuine bonds of affection.Now?..its like four houses inside one building.The four families have separated..its no longer a joint family..that amounts to four different kitchens..and the penury of staying over at that place..amidst family politics et all.I wish I was a nine year old all over again