LoVe SaaGa

Very recently I was travelling to Kolkata, and the condition of trains there is not hidden from anyone. So I was just trying to take a nap in the sub continental heat of almost a half century. Here came this kid with one leg, begging for alms. With all due respect to everyone’s thinking I don’t actually believe in this practice of begging and donation. So I shushed the kid, thinking what would happen to this kid. There are millions like him, who either beg or choose the wrong professions. Most go unnoticed. I too knew I’ll be one of those people who’ll just cry over their pain for some time, but won’t do a thing. The train came to a half at the next station, where I could see that the kid jumped from the train, and crossed the tracks, limping, in one hand was the bag filled with pennies he could collect, and with the other hand, e balanced himself. Like every other lame kid in this great nation, He too might have got injured in his childhood, and lost his leg, or some brutal men who w

The day wasn’t as hectic as I thought. It was perhaps her smile which removed the monotonous me from inside. I felt so light with her. She was not only a soul of charm with flesh (well, maybe a little flesh), but still, I would say she took away the long lasting pain from me. So, after watching one show of a very flow movie, where most of the time I just watched her. On seeing us, nobody would say it was our blind date. In the darkness of the hall, our hands met, by mistake first, then the fingers lingered around each other’s. The gaps found the perfect fingers perhaps, I thought. Slowly her fingers came up, was she really trying to seduce me? Wasn’t that damn easy? Well, could be, but I couldn’t proceed still, it was India. I tried to hold her hand, but she didn’t allow me to. She indeed was teasing me. I thought she was just fooling around with me. I tried to talk, but the fingers stopped me from doing so. Her hands reached my chin she was brushing her soft fingers on my harsh beard

That sunny Day of January is still afresh in my mind as if it were just yesterday. There I was in a glistening new denim and tee, whereas she looked so charming in that purple cardigan. “Where are you?” “I’m under this big hoarding of Emami, you just tell me, where you are and I will come there.” “I just got down from the cab, walking towards the State Bank ATM, you wait there.” “What are you wearing?” “I’m in a purple cardigan...” “..And a black comforter? Got you, you look so much edible” “..Where are you?” “And those shades on your eyes, just look so adorable in that, nice attire is all I can say now.” “Will you tell me where you are or should I go back?” “Sorry, sorry... That stupid boy in that brown tee, it’s me, turn a little right” Sitting on my bed and chatting with anyone, it was not me at all, but that one friend request that my friend accepted for me on Facebook, It changed my entire life. We just had a friendly chat on a Sunday evening on Facebook, merely a week

Our group left the camp and to be open, she was the first girl, about whom I kept on thinking the whole night. I was thinking of the loser that I was, my first proposal, class 6, if I remembered correctly. I didn’t know what a relationship meant that time, just that there should be a girl, whom I could address as ‘My girl’. Still I get amused at what I was, and what she has made me. There was no formal proposal, I told it to some of her friends, and we all know how much the news gets propelled among girls. It was a forest fire, and then, some child plays, then, meaningless talks, and lastly over. Next morning I reached my home. Got dressed up and went on to ma school. It is now that I fancy, how much I loved to be in school, in class, and bunking classes was never my way. Getting back home, mom told me that some girl had called. It was an utter surprise to me because no girl had ever called me except classmates. I took my lunch and was browsing channels in the television, thinking who

So here I was, with our four boys and two girls, ready to hop on, for the whole night journey. The boys were really cool, full of fun, and after a tiresome journey, we reached the magnificent school, which was to home us for the next three days and two nights. I was always waiting for such a living because of the orthodoxy I lived in right from my birth. Now I was really living one of my dreams, to live in a hostel! (Now don’t laugh as every one of you would find it quite amusing, I know) I stayed away from my bunch of school friends, in order to find some new friends, which I loved to do everywhere. Even I got along with some guys whom I had met earlier in some school meets. We mixed up in a few moments, and started roaming around soon. The next day, I was just strolling in the field, when an old enemy came to me and started bullying my new mate. I was fussed n pulled him by his collar. Really, I used to get into such things for friends, selflessly. I enjoyed these couple of

He came running to me asking what happened. All of a sudden what, how, and many things... I could only figure that he was at least there, caring for me, when my family gave me away. I guess everyone was busy with their lives, so no regrets. “Hey pal; thanks for dropping by” were the only few things I could utter. I still remember the first day in class; he came with a grin after having done some mischief. He was new to me; we didn’t talk much as I was quite a shy figure, and the so called good students in teachers’ eyes, whereas he was the stud. With each passing day, I could make out the similarities between us. And later on, in a class test I was caught helping him, result? “Both outside the class till the recess.” The slim dude, in sharp rimless spectacled teacher ordered. With no words in opposition I came outside whereas he continued arguing, as a result of which I was called back and allowed to sit. Exactly two years later, I was going on this high achievers’ camp. Only