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a warm cup of tea from my husband...he makes it perfect,black tea with no sugar...i love it when i find it beside my bed with a small kiss as a compliment from him!!that is how my Sunday starts..from bedroom to washroom everything is perfect!!i have those perfect shorts with pink flowers that i wanted from westside & a pink spaghetti top as my night dress.the warm tea amid those mauve & yellow curtains makes me feel like a princess.i am his princess.i love to feel that.sunday mornings are loaded with bengali breakfast--luchi & alur torkari..he loves it..when i get up to freshen up & move to kitchen i can feel a pair of naught eyes following me..a pair of eyes which wants to see me as only his & no one's else...i have a big mirror in my washroom..it helps me analyse the excess fat that i am putting on..there is a pile of newspaper on the corner all stacked by my husband in the last week...its in perfect order..saturday to monday in the reverse order..also there is a wet towel which is there since yesterday..men dont change you know..when barred from dumping it on bed he dumps it in the hanger!!but i hate to bug him on Sundays...he is usually very happy on sundays as he knows he has his regular adda after the breakfast & his little princess loving him & pampering him with all that he wants..luchi is made & alur torkari requires a bit of garnishing but the proud owner of this breakfast is still in bed..taking him out of it so damn difficult!!u got to love him and kiss him & pamper like a baby to pull him out of that bed which is his paradise..i will put on my favorite bed sheet on it..the blue & white one..it makes my room perfect..with the bright bed-side lamp beside my bed & the big TV thats pictures only argentina & no brazil my bedroom looks like the one that i dreamt of.the empty bed shows signs of love made last night...and i constantly stop myself from rethinking those moments as I have loads of work to do ahead..the only day when i get time to clean up the week's mess.once the bed is done & the pillows & cushions are in place & the curtains are drawn I take a last glance at it..i will get to see this beauty only after a week...breakfast is served & the my big baby has it all..he loves it followed by a cup of tea with a gold-flake in one hand & the Sunday Times in another.and then comes the order for his lunch.no cook today I love to cook it for all by myself!!macher matha diye daal,sukto,ilish mach,pathar jhol & chatni..he loves it.this menu occasionally changes with few items but mutton is something thats constant...the maid comes at 11.30..i got to clear the mess & get off to cook..my drawing room has the big bean bags which is the only place where you will find my husband after he is back from with a glass of beer watching his football matches..& during the world cups you scarcely find him elsewhere..he is always there supporting his team Brazil..i even have a big poster of Pele in my study but my library proudly houses Messi..well thats make a perfect bengali household..one supporting Argentina & the other supporting Bzail...the TV in the drawing room only has his favorite channels..n i don't usually bug him as i love to see him leaping up in joy when bzaillians score a goal or when his favorite movie is been telecast-ed and he finds his love supplying him his favorite snacks with the beer...he gives a look of satisfaction & makes him feel that he is finally successful.our refrigerator has the water dispenser where i wanted to keep beer but was strongly discarded by my love but instead i have small beer fridge which houses all brands of beer...i have finally succeed in controlling my temptations..i dont drink anymore but i do maintain my bar well...that bar has all sort of glasses starting from the tequila ones to whiskey one but except for few scarce rare alcohol all my bottles are empty to help my sponge keep away from excess drinks!!the sofas that we have were decided on after much quarrels as i wanted those rajasthani ones & he wanted those big ones where you can drown yourself.i hated those but have concluded on those ones which were little softer but big ones..but they are difficult to maintain..i usually have to put a lot of labour keeping them clean as those are the ones which cradles my sweetheart when we fight as he can mess up things quite well..my beloved does one thing with full concentration and love that is he cleans my library..those low sitting area,low lit lights & books all around that is my favorite..i wanted it all through my life & he made it for me and he is the biggest donator of books in that paradise..i love when he brings his favorite book for me and reads it before i can even touch it!!he is usually not found inside home after 11 as his friends are already on with the regular adda...he is usually back by 2.30 and rushes on to the dinning table...he loves it when i deck up the table with his favorite daliahs...his lunch is followed by the long sleep..he is a perfect bengali who loves that bhaat ghum after his best lunch..i love to see him sleep like a baby..i wonder how much he loves to sleep and is confident enough to say that he loves it more than me!!sunday evenings are lazy with random cups of tea very often...sunday nights are the best since he is full of energy..even though i feel the sunday sickness gripping us from 8 o clock itself but still sundays are beautiful..they are perfect as i can see my self smiling to myself at the end of the day..next morning i know he is going to put the sidoor on my forehead & that is something i look forward to...but next morning the phone would also ring its usual alarm clock...i can hear it ringing...i open my eyes finding myself in the usual mattress in bangalore all alone with no bed tea by my side..now i realize that it was the dream that i used to see with my eyes open with my long lost love....!!!

love....

Today I realized that there still something that cannot be expressed in words..my hands are trembling and I can still feel that strange feelings that ran through my body when u first touched my..i am out of words..i feel I cannot express it in words..i will never be able to..whatever I write will definitely be an incomplete work..what I felt then & what I feel today when I sleep in that empty bed every night cannot be put in words…words have their limitations..
I love you…that is where we started from and you held my hands or rather took my arms into yours…those warm soft hands touched mine & you pulled me towards you…my lips brushed against yours..again a soft lips touched mine..i could feel a ray of feelings running through my spine, my heart pounding fast..oh man I was about to cry when u touched me with passion & asked me “tumi amake chere chole jabe na to”….i wanted to say many things…I wanted to softly say in your ears that I love you baby and ami tomake chere kothao jabo na..i wanted to say that love me so much so that I can relive my lost days..you were the second person who was held so close to my body but the first person to whom I am writing these things as I was never asked to…this might not be nothing new for you…you might have held many girls that way but I was gradually melting in your arms…I was feeling like a kid who wanted to be pampered…you kissed me..you lips touched mine…I could feel my heart pounding faster..you kissed me again and again & held me in your arms..i felt that I could hide myself from all worries & tensions if you were around…in your arms I started feeling safe..n den your naughty hands went inside my t-shirt..u have smoky eyes..they sometimes speak nothing & sometimes it says it all…I could feel your hands caressing my body..those soft movements of your strong hands on my belly was making me wild..i found you undressing me..i was cold..i was so very much excited that I did not have the energy to play with you…we moved to the bedroom…draped in a sheet I was again in your arms again..you kissed m, bit me & kissed me again..we talked while you hid yourself inside in my naked body..i could feel that something was pulling me towards you…I could feel me kissing your neck & biting you hard…I could feel the fun of tuning you on…u were again on top of me..kissing and caressing me hard…too bodies were melting in each other…I could feel the passionate kiss..i could hear you say I love you shone..i can die to hear that again and again…every time your lips were near my ears , I could hear you saying that you love me & that made me feel like loving you more & more…& then…I could feel you inside me…the first feel of you inside me was something that I can never explain..you were mild..passionate..loving…gradually it turned aggressive…more and more aggressive..every time you made love you gave me marks..i see those marks now and feel the love..marks are good you know..i wanted you more & more!!every time I wanted to reach my height of pleasure you were out of me…I at one point of time hit you for that since I wanted more…but you were tired…we were done…but I was not done..
A cup of coffee in your arms made me feel that I was heaven…we talked..we talked of so many things…and again I was in your arms..your lips biting mine..you were again inside me..deep inside me..just not inside but embedded in my soul & heart..i wanted you tell me with passion that u loved me..i wanted you to say “I love you sona”..but u never said & I was at my heights…& then I just wanted to hug you…
You were about to leave…I didn’t want that…but alas no choice…just outside our gate you held my hands..i was again cold..i moved my hands…but once you were in the bus I wanted to hold you in my arms..i wanted you to hold my hands again…will u???

tomar janya...

Amar shob theke priyo gaan ta tomar janya..

Amar bhitoro bahire ontore ontore
Achho tumi…hridoy jurey

Ddheke rakhe jemon kushum
Paprir abdaale phosholer ghum
Temni tomar nibid chola
Moromer muul poth dhore…

Amar bhitoro bahire ontore ontore
Achho tumi…hridoy jurey

Pushe rakhe jemon jjhinuk
Kholosher aborone muktor shukh
Temni tomar gobhir chhowa
Bheetorer neel bondore…

Amar bhitoro bahire ontore ontore
Achho tumi…hridoy jurey

Bhalo achhi, Bhalo theko
Akasher tthikanaye chitthi likho
Dio tomar mala-khani
Baool er ei mon ta re…

Amar bhitoro bahire ontore ontore
Achho tumi…hridoy jurey

Kolkata Kolkatatei..

hotat kore ekta guilty feelings hote shuru koreche...eto din dhore likhchi but kolkata k niye ekhono likhe ni..oi shohor tir janya ami eto din shob chere chere fire gechi...aaj takei bhulte boshechi ami..na na ami bhuli ni sudhu ektu take shoriye rakhte chechilam...shoriye rakhar anek karon ache!!jagge ami shei chira chorito ghen ghene karon bishleshon korte boshbo botei kintu aaj amar chok diye ektu kolkata k ektu dekho..
Dunlop theke bus dhore golfgreen jachi 234 kore..anekei bus ta jane karon bustir route ti sanghatik..gota Kolkata ghure jai..dunlop,sinthee,shyambazar,maniktala,rajabazar,shealdah,moulali,minto park,deshapriya park,golpark,jodhpur park,jadavpur thana,lords er mor hoi golfgreen..eto lomba route bodhoi kono buser nei!!ami ek kale metro jokhon hoi ni tokhon ei buse chore mamarbari jetam!!khub kharap lagto!!ekta buse 2 ghonta katano besh kothin chilo!!aj likhte boshe mone holo Kolkata k shob theke beshi ota te chorei chinechi..dunlop periye jokhon B.T.Road e eshe bus ta porto tokhon mone bhetor ei bhoy ta thakto j aaj ar bodhoi pouchono holo na!!oi raastae jam er karone ami j koto sin school jete pari ni tar iyotta nei..besh kharap lagto jokhon jante partam jammer kono karon nei r tar thekeo beshi kharap lagto jokhon jante partam j tobin roader por jam ta nei!!jagge tobin road katiye jokhon sinthee te portam tokhon pran ta kemon anchan korto…sinthee morer bhetore ekta dokane khub bhalo fish-fry pawa jeto!!khub lobh lagto amar!!but oi ,234 theke nebe jawa ta sambhab hoto na karon bus uthe jaiga peye boshe porte parle bhalo ta nahole shyambazar porjonto dariye jete hoto!!!oi fish-fry aboshyo ami university te porte bohu kheyechi kintu chotobelar na pawar lobher madhey j moja ta ache seta bodhoi kokhono r pabo na..chiriya more diye dhuke giye amar school chilo..besh moja lagto jokhon stopta cross kortam..!!shyambazar dhokar age bagbazar e Batar samne bus antoto 10 min signal e darato…bag bazaar e khub bhalo gur pawa jai..ota smriti noi..ma ekhono okhan thekei gur ta ane but Bangalore theke oi gur diye luchi khawa ta smriti hoi roi geche..shyambazar morer “golbari” ..sunechi majh khane bondho chilo..ami antorik bhabe cheyechilam jeno khule jai..oi manshor sathe amar chelebela ta atke pore ache…aajo Kolkata gele ma ek din niye ashei ashe..bus ta jokhon moulali pouchoto tokhon dekhtam koto nona dhora dewaler majhe koto lok bash kore..tara sarata jibon okhanei roi gelo..koto swapno koto dukho koto raag koto abhiman dekheche oi ghorer dewal gulo..amar besh lagto,lal lal bari..kichu ta bhanga,kichu ta pore meramot kora..meramoter chhap dekha jai karon oi rong ajker mistiri ra melate pare na..tai daag ta roi jai…ma bolten j oi rokom bari naki Kolkata te bohu ache..ami ekdin ekti bondhur sathe ghure ghure dekheo chilam..besh legechilo..uttor kolkatar oli goli,shet-shete thanda bari,bhenge pora dewal gulo amar besh lagto..sunechi naki anek barir majhe majhe ek ekta goli ache jar naam “ek biri” goli..mane ekti biri dhoriye sesh korte joto khon samay lage totokhone oi goli ti par kora jai…!!shealdah aro ekta jaiga bote…oto loker bhir dekhe amar kemon mone hoto Kolkata shohor ta te bodhoi kono bekar nei..pore bujhechi Kolkata te bekar rao byasto…tader byastota adda marate…tara cha er sathe jomiye cigarette khete byasto,brazil athoba argentina,mohunbagan noito east Bengal,CPM na trinomool niye byasto,tader o byastota ache!!amader barite shealdah bazarer bhetorer ekta dokan theke cha ashe..ajo ashe!!shei dida anten ekhon ma anen..amio gechi majhe majhe mar sathe..besh nongra lagto tokhon ekhon kemon bhishon mone pore..moner bhetor ta huhu kore othe jokhon mone pore din gulor kotha!!bus ta jokhon aste aste dokhin kolkatar dike dhukte shuru korto tokhon hotat kore kemon shob kichu jhok jhoke hoye uthto..khub porishkar khub sundor!!
Dokhin kolkatar sathe amar anek smriti joriye ache..ami khub lake e jetam..rabindro sarobar lake!!khub bhalo lebu cha pawa jai okhane!!tokhon daam nito 3 taka jekhane anya jaige te 1.50 takate besh ekta boro bhare cha pawa jeto!!kintu amar khub pochonder chilo..oi lebu cha anek cheshta koreo barite banate pari ni..oder alada masala ache!!Lake e prochur adda nerechi,ghoti grorom kheyechi..!!
Shibpur e chole jawar por ami khub outram ghat jetam..robbar dupure kheye uthe gonga periye giye boshe portam..ekta balloon wala bosto…amake amar bondhu fatano sikhiyechilo..tip bhaloi toiri hoichilo..aaj shei bondhu tao nei hoito balloon wala ta gele chinteo parbe na..kichu khon boshe tuk tuk kore hete park street..taka thakle peter cat e ekta chello kabar kheye T2 dhore bari..koto dour jhap..koto byastota,koto birokti,koto abhiman,koto kichu joriye ache shohor tar sathe amar..ami bujhechi oi shohor ta chara ami besh ashampurna…jani na kobe fire jete parbo!!koto din samay lagbe nijeke okhane firiye niye jete..kintu aaj o ekla cholar pothe mone hoi j amake bodhoi Kolkata theke boye asha ekta thanda hawa eshe kane kane bole jai Kolkata Kolkatei…

ek choti si love story...

the world is changing fast..when initially there was radio which evolved into TV n now into computers or notepads.
Scene 1 Brishti has a regular copy pasted life.She gets up at 8 o clock in the morning,takes a bath,eats her bread-omelette,takes a bus into the stop where her cab comes,gets into the cab with the headphone on,reaches office,drinks a cup of black coffee,sits in her cubicle,runs innumerable rubbish codes to make her model run n brings out statistical results as per her client wants,again takes her cab back home,sits with her laptop,socializes with few old friends in orkut,updates her FB,reads her mail,watches a movie while taking her dinner,reads a book,talks over the phone for few hours n goes off to sleep. Thats Brishti how i see her today.It seems she had some real good characters which made her mom n dad name her Brishti!!After many mistakes in life n many sleepless nights she has finally succeeded to change her inherent fun loving positive energy to a mechanical one.She has finally succeeded in changing her to one of the few morons that she sees around her all day!!
One day there was a error in code & her usual life came to break.One fine evening she turns on her lappy & logs on to orkut.Amongst many of the friend requests she gets in her profile there lied a request from someone she knew..oops a school friend it seems.She gets excited & accepts it and finds the there was a mistake.Being a class one moron she was about to block the person but she found it rude to do so.
An unknown person lying in ones list of friend does not harm much unless there is some response from other side.She one day found that man online again n they started to talk.As i said Brishti is a class one moron n there is no space for some one who is not a moron in her life!!
She was rude,bad n insulting.But one day he asked for phone number!!WTF!!

Scene 2 Aditya again had a copy pasted life as Brishti. He was alone in a city which is not his hometown,sad,out of friends and most importantly did not enjoy what he was doing day in and day out!!But he did not want to be moron!!That was clear in his mind.He also had a disturbing past n that some times haunted him bad but he was coping with that.Aditya can cook!!cooks very well!!Aditya had a roomie who was a half saint.Aditya claimed he did not have a girlfriend but can proudly say that he was a man n needed all that a man required.

Scene 3 Aditya calls Brishti n Brishti finally agrees to take the call after thousand of tantrums.They started talking.They talked of all possible things that is possible under the sun.They enjoyed it.Brishti started waiting for Aditya's call.Aditya gradually turned Adi for Brishti!!The cupid was about to strike the arrow when Aditya thought that Brishti could be a good person to be with.Even Adi did not have much reasons to feel the same but there was no harm in such a feelings according to Adi.And they got into a relationship.Even this idea obstructed badly to what Brishti had had for the past few years but she wanted to try it out.
Just as the two names suggest Aditya aka Adi n Brishti, these two people were poles apart.Aditya was the sun n Brishti was the rain.They could never be similar. But they started loving each other or rather they tried to convince themselves that they loved each other.They met,made love,had fun.Adi helped the sad soul to come out of the older vices and thoughts.He helped her to get back the old habits of staying happy with many things that she could do but never did.Love,fun,laugh became their aim in life.There were dreams involved as well.They started to dream.
But as I said sun & rains can never be together,Aditya & Brishti started losing out on the topics that they shared. They gradually went into a phase of silence.A dark silence engulfed their relation.The night that they went into never turned to a morning.
I dont know what happened or where did these love birds fly to but i still gets updates from each of them on FB.I prefer not to comment!!I think Adi is still there somewhere in Brishti's heart as i decipher from her updates but Adi was a man..they prefer not to brood over lost relations..!!

Thats how relations happen today..they develop and they wither away..but they definitely gives you few happy moments which you can enjoy and cherish all through your life!!

N.B.This is purely imaginary & the characters if resembles someone is a pure coincidence..

a touch...

it is said that a simple touch can change your life..no no guys im not writing anything on reiki...its a very simple yet painful incident of someone very close to me...someone who shared my bedroom,my bed,my body,my soul...

i would call this "someone very close to me" as QUICK..as i introduce Quick I have to confess that he is a male since i cannot let a female share so many things of mine..most importantly that would question my sexual orientation!!!Quick was tall,dark & handsome!!even though dark guys are no more in demand but Quick was different!!you got to fall in love with him once you see him..he was special..very very special..he was one man whom i saw reacting to one touch of mine...he could sing,dance,talk,paint,write & do everything that I wanted him to do at one touch of mine..he was so much passionate about me!!Quick could sing me my favorite song when I was sad,he could write me the best poem when I was happy, he could paint anything that I wanted him to paint & that also like a captured picture!!I am indebted to Quick for capturing so many special moments for me!!He has helped me in doing almost everything!!He helped me when I had a fight with my boyfriend to receiving the first proposal of my life.He helped me when I got the best job and further when I got my first salary!!He brought informations about the sale going on in my favorite shop to the offer that is available in the flight fares of Bangalore to Kolkata(since I live in Bangalore & my hometown is Kolkata)...he waked me up in the morning when I had to leave for office and persistent enough to call me again & again when i was sleepy..he was the one who reminded me of the most important mails that i had to sent out a day to the birthdays that i usually forget..he was so caring!!I love him...
but as you all know good things dont stay long..suddenly Quick got ill..his illness was not much observed initially but one fine morning he got incurable!!he did not respond to my touches..he went so insensitive one day..i cried, i begged but nothing helped!!we often take people for granted!!being a homo sapiens i also did the same..i got angry..i got paranoid when i found Quick was not responding..but soon i realized my paranoia was of no help..Quick was sick n he still wanted to help me..his hands were still held out but it was I who was failing!!i tried.. initially quick some times responded n some times he just failed..i just overlooked his honest attempts of love..he loved me beyond the possible means of human nature..he still helps me..he tries to help me reach out to those people who were badly wanting to reach me!!he sometimes tries to help me get out of bed as well..he tries to pass on the informations that he gets but but he is too sick to do the same..he loves me i know...

Quick is sick n i want a hand of help from all of you..the details of the same given below:
LG Cookie Touch Screen Phone belonging to Nivedita Roy(my dearest roomie)..we need help to make him respond to the touches as the touch screen needs to be repaired...please send us the address of the service center of LG Phones in Bangalore

COLDPLAY...

Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need ya

And tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions

Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles, coming in tails

Heads on a science apart



Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start



I was just guessing at numbers and figures

Pulling the puzzles apart.

Questions of science, science and progress

Don't speak as loud as my heart.

Tell me you love me, and come back and haunt me,

Oh, when I rush to the start

Running in circles, chasing tails

coming back as we are.



Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy.

No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start.