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Took a deep breath and looked at mirror . Finally believing that I am looking presentable enough walked out of home. I was expecting you'd be late and was thinking whether I should react on that or not. How should I start the conversation. Was this meeting required. Would you be the way you are over the phone or like I had seen you in our rare acquaintances during our college classes behaving like a senior, with glimpses of superiority and a dominant attitude demanding respect. Or would you shed all that and meet me as a humble person.Why am I even seeing you. Well, no this is not nervousness. I was just clearing things for myself. It was over weeks that we had started talking regularly. We had been sharing our daily schedule and it was time that we should step out of the visual world. I didn't want to drink alone so I had invited you to give me some company. Sometimes you need to meet people and make friends coming out of your own circle just to feel better. As I was thi

How big can a lie be? Can a lie be big enough to be lied to or lied for? What sort of relationship is it when you have to lie or being lied? What is true and lie who is to decide? Is it not only us who separate the truth from the lie?  If after a certain doing we forget about that and do not say it to anybody because quite obviously we have forgotten about it then can such an incident be termed as a lie? Then, can such a person be termed as a liar? Whereas, when a person remains silent at a point of giving a decision his/her silence is taken as an affirmative decision. So, in such a case can silence be termed as a lie? Who is a liar? Who knows what the truth is? Who knows the actual incidence of the things, which includes the circumstances, the environment, the emotional status, and everything else related directly or indirectly? One event is interpreted in a thousand ways by a thousand people. So how can we say what is the true occurrence of an event?

Kolkata, oh my Kolkata, It’s time for you to wake up and play the game, You have shown your love to the visitors, Where is your love to the work you do everyday! You wake up… You get up... And run for your offices right before you get red marked! You love “ macher jhol”, You make your files live in the “jhul”. You love “ mishit doi”, And you make your children eat “Koi”! No pub, no club, Its only and “shudhu bondhu-der adda”, Puja pandal or “bank er line”… And here it starts the “poroninda n porochorcha” in no time! Kolkata, oh my ‘poriborton-er’ Kolkata, It’s time for you to wake up, And do the work in time. ~ Shreya Ghosh.

She was there with me all the time. She was my first friend , she was more like a parent to me and sometimes like a daughter to me... We never left each other and every time we met, it was hard to part us.... We could play for hours and she would listen to all that I instructed her during our games. I played with her, went to school with her, slept with her, said her my dreams, sometimes even bathed with her and even cried together when the eyes started to irritate due to the shampoo, dressed each other up, and shared the marks with each other.....almost like two inseparable innocent souls.We were two innocent kids. Time went on like this, at home, in the parties...everywhere and everyone started thinking we were sisters of the same parent.... Then one day I lost my father and still she was there, to hold me. We were kids. I thought,like we post letters to keep in contact with people living far away, I could do the same to talk with my father,to keep in contact with him even after