My Dear Friend

Time flies by and I think

When was the last time I spoke to you.

You, who were my best friend

You, who still are.

 

You have seen me at my lowest

And loved me with all you had

You held me up every time I fell

And hugged me a little tight.

 

I knew not when you became my best friend

I knew not if I was yours

All I knew was you were there for me

And I was there, for you.

 

You brought peace and joy

And we held on tight,

And in a land that was unknown

You were my ray of hope.

 

We promised to keep in touch

And we did too for a while

But life caught us with the ups and down

And in vain, I look around for you.

 

I wish we lived closer

We would catch a movie and sip some coffee too.

We would sit in silence for a little while

Just you and I.

 

I miss you my dear friend, I miss you a lot

Our silly laughs and random thoughts

Midnight walks

And phone calls at the end of the day.

 

While the ebb and flow have taken us along different shores

I know that you know

I hope that you know, my dear friend

You remain, the sister of my heart.

 

 

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Monday Motivation

“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it”- Helen Keller

 

It does become tough at times to hold on to hope and keep believing that things will get better and no matter how hard we fight, we feel broken and lost…we are only human after all. But that’s our superpower as well, I feel. We are resilient and we cling on to that hope with all that we have and work hard to dispel the gloom. Change takes time but we surely can’t give up on ourselves thinking otherwise.

 

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Happy Monday everybody and thanks for stopping by!

Friendly Friday Photo Challenge-Between The Lines

Here’s another wonderful prompt from the Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by AmandaSnow and Manja! 

‘Between the Lines’- can be interpreted in as many ways as photographer may wish to and for amateurs like me, this becomes all the more lucid. So, here I go with my interpretation of this week’s theme- some are literal and some are abstract and some are just special moments in our pocketbook of memories that tell a story.

 

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Clinton, NJ

 

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Ocean City, MD

 

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Camden, NJ

 

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Frozen clotheslines , Minneapolis

 

 

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Princeton, NJ

 

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Princeton, NJ

 

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Somewhere en route Ladakh, India (photo taken by my younger brother during his visit)

 

 

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Lake George, NY

 

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One of my favorite gifts ever…my little boy who was two and half at the time, painted this as my birthday present. It means nothing to anybody but these random brush strokes on a simple paper now framed never fail to put a smile on my face. And what makes it extra special is this-  after he finished this, he said he should draw one for his dad too as otherwise his Baba might feel left out and sad. He used to be such a sweet little boy and he still he but now that he is growing up, I feel that unadulterated innocence  is getting replaced by some well thought out mischief! I enjoy these just as much but somewhere I already miss those days when he used to be my tiny mush 🙂

 

 

When he was learning to write in between lines

 

And these last two are illustrations by an artist whose name I just cannot recollect:( These are watercolor on postcard size papers and I bought them during one of my visits back home. They are about my city of Kolkata, capturing her iconic landmarks and also everyday life. The left one is of the famous Howrah Bridge and the right one is of Victoria Memorial..probably two of the most famous pieces of architecture that enshrine the history of Kolkata with pride. These beautiful paintings, peeping out from within the four lines of  their tiny frames, bring a slice of my ‘home’ in my current home.

 

 

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you are having a good weekend!

Solitude

I will try again, anyway.

 

When darkness descends

And hugs the weary earth in a tight embrace

I glaze into the setting sun

Fighting solitude.

 

I curl up and dream

Of a time that could have been

A time that lurks inside my mind

Toying with the possibility of a better tomorrow.

 

I search for comfort among shallow souls

I search for peace among the throngs of ravaging turmoil

I search for silence among the rancorous laughter of disdain

I search for sanity among the insane.

 

Inside my mind when darkness falls,

The battle continues.

 Between the known and the unknown

Between the lost hopes and the chances to come

Between the aching soul and the free spirit.

 

As I close my eyes and drift away,

I hear the leaves rustle- they hush my pain.

I fight the tears, I must

I tell myself it’s okay or maybe it’s not

I will try again, anyways.

Tuesday Tales-Summertime

Summer is here and it is bright and beautiful all around, even in our neighborhood. Lathered up with sun screen and donning hats and sunglasses, everyone’s ready to tackle the dazzling summer sun. After all, it’s only going to last a couple of months! It indeed calls for celebration. Barbecues, trips to the pool and the beach, running through sprinklers, backyard camping, lovely flowers wherever you look, long queues outside the local ice cream parlor, summer camps are all part of that merriment.

Growing up, summer was somewhat similar but also slightly different. It meant the much awaited summer vacation and a trip to someplace far enough to warrant my favorite mode of travel- the train. It also meant visits from some of our favorite people, extra T.V time, staying out for a little longer than usual. It meant gorging on mangoes, the most juicy and sweet kind one can probably find only in the state of Bengal and it also meant sultry afternoons sipping on the ‘ghol’ (a very light version of its famous cousin-the lassi). It also meant ‘holiday homework’ that only got started usually on the last week of the ‘holiday’ and the scramble to get it all done added to the crabby feeling triggered by the imminent opening of  school.

Back home, the hot and humid summers make the air heavy and drown everyone in sweat. The afternoons are sometimes unbearable and an eerie silence descends on the neighborhoods that is only occasionally broken by the cawing of the crow or the shrill call of the peddler trying to sell his wares. His sticky skin glistens under the glaring sun and the heat from the asphalt probably scorches his feet through the threadbare sandals. We often heard peddlers from inside the comfort of our houses, where the silence was instead broken by the rotating blades of the ceiling fan. Ma sometimes spoke about such courageous people who fought against adversities on a daily basis just to make ends meet. If our doorbell rang, Ma would buy something even if we did not really need it (these were mostly inexpensive goods as well) and would always offer the person water to drink. And there were a couple of occasions when I remember she let them rest indoors for a while till they felt ready to go back out again. Some other families in our neighborhood did the same. Summers were cool for many but scorching for most. But times were simpler back then and people looked out for each other probably more than now. Trust was implicit and that made living easier.

Summer time in Kolkata and in the eastern region of India also brought/brings the much awaited and always welcome ‘Kalbaishakhi’- the Nor’westers. Skies darken and the stillness in the air deepens. Rumbles can be heard far and wide and then the dark grey clouds open their gates to drain the earth with torrential downpour. The heady aroma from the sweltering earth, the bruised leaves dancing in the rain and the crackling thunders make everyone overlook the temporary inconvenience the Kalbaishakhi causes. I remember them with clarity and fondness and I miss them dearly too. While we do get sudden thunderstorms here as well, they fall far behind the almost royal nature of the revered Kalbaishakhis.

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This photo was taken by a pretty mediocre cell phone camera right before one such ‘Kalbaishakhi’ back in Kolkata  a few years back. The sky had turned this deep yellow and there was stillness all around.

The following photos are from neighborhood strolls and from lunch outings over the past couple of weeks- it has been beautiful all around.

 

 

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Thanks for stopping by. What are some of your favorite memories from summer?

 

Monday Motivation

Monday is almost over here but this is my photo and my thought for the day-

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“OPTIMISM IS THE FAITH THAT LEADS TO ACHIEVEMENT. NOTHING CAN BE DONE WITHOUT HOPE AND CONFIDENCE”- HELEN KELLER

 

Thanks for stopping by and I hope you all have a good week.

Friendly Friday Photo Challenge-Floral

Yayyy for Manja who is filling in for Snow this week for this challenge! You guys along with Amanda   have me hooked and I look forward to this every week! Thank you ladies:)

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A couple of photos are there in older posts! This last one is special since my little guy clicked it this afternoon:)

Have a good weekend and thanks for stopping by!