Courier Package.

She sat there for about 10 minutes, her hands resting on top of the box and she finally took one heavy breath and opened it. She was unaware of her own emotions; she was uncertain of her feelings at that moment but she smiled, tears still resting at the brim of her eyes.

The best man ever.

Life tends to change it's colors more than a chameleon does. Just when we think that life cannot get more worse than this, something "more worse" shows up and it is a process that goes on and on without any break. Somewhere down our spine, we too are accustomed to this way of living life;... Continue Reading →

Message in a dream.

He had deep eyes but that moment it seemed deeper. He had a heavy voice but that moment it felt heavier but with a softer tone in it. He was standing in front of her and he was trying to calm her down. He wanted her to know that the decision was worth a try and that there was nothing wrong in it. He was there to make her believe that life does not stop for anybody and someone will be always there to push you when you forget to move ahead.

Names and life: The connection

There are few moments where you need to stay for a while to inhale the essence of the moment, but you must also know how long you need to stay because you have to walk ahead anyway. Learn to keep a hold on time.

Respect what you have: Life

Today I am going to share with you guys something that is very personal. It is something that I thought I would never share with anybody but here I am today, about to pen it down; these are not going to be just words but emotions dipped in various colorless hues. This is about few... Continue Reading →

The beauty in imperfections

So, I dared to look at myself in the mirror today, Naked and real; And the stretch marks reminded me of how strong I am, The cellulite reminded me of my confidence by which I carry it, My skin and my hair reminded me of how natural a person I was and not photoshopped.

Eternity? 

Why do they romanticise you so much, When you're nothing but a blur? Are you even real? Or just an imaginary extension to our thoughts?

Food Affair

If you are a Bengali, then your parents have never taught you to compromise when it came to food. You are well trained in eating anything and everything. You belong to that group of people who finishes other people's meals after finishing their own. Roadside oily fast-food is your life support system. In simple words, if you are a Bengali, You don't need oxygen to live, you need food to live (just kidding, everybody needs oxygen to live).

Unstitch and weave again.

People who want to be photographers, go and frame your own life where you are there with your camera and not sitting in a cubicle doing a 9-5 job. People out there who see themselves as a designer in the future, go design your own life first instead of wasting time on solving unnecessary engineering problems that is not made for you at all. People who want to be actors or artists, what are you planning to do? Act inside the conference room in future? Come on, it is just so unfair. Think about it.

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