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Night Owl

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Yesterday, I realized something a kid who was a early lark long back is now a night owl.
And below are some words from my pad, which I wrote burning the midnight oil..

Long before, I guess I was not a night owl. I was just a kid then.. I guess 10 pm was the time enter the world of dreams.. We had to have our dinner by 8 pm then.. And we all were ready to sleep. Before sleep me and my younger brother used to quarrel to sleep over the window side. Yeah window side… Actually our bed was placed near the window, we used to quarrel to gaze on  the stars and sleep listening the stories told by our lovely Ammu and Baabu.. And those are the days I  really miss the most.. By the way Thank to Almighty, TECHNOLOGIES DIDN’T RULE OUR CHILDHOOD…….. But, Today technology took over everything in our lives.. and as a result most of us became a night owl. I often skip breakfast, and  always rush in the morning. And I became a regular one who burns the midnight oil.. Tough thanks to technology I became night owl who …

The Timer Challenge

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Whenever I sit down to write something I get totally stuck at a point.
It is really hard to think of what to write about.
So, this time I took a challenge: The Timer Challenge.  The challenge was to set down to your timer for five minutes and just write.
This time I finally succeeded to write, as I was not worried of making any sense in my words or being perfect. I realized penning something that makes sense and making it perfect leads me to procrastination. I realized real problem comes in when I don’t even want to write because making perfect is too daunting.
The challenge resulted into a little piece of writing on the random thing that gives me hope and inspiration.  It’s about the thing that shines in the vast sky: Stars. And the here is the piece of writing.
STARS







I hope to shine like a star in the sky,
 through the times full of darkness.
I know I have to travel afar,
No matter what, pushed or stepped,
as like stars don’t shatter in thunderstorms,  they fight against the roaring and …

Tomorrow

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"Tomorrow" : a mystical word which is stored with motivation and achievement.
Sadly tomorrow always turns into today and, well we all know that nothing is going to get done today. Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow, some people may come into my life and I will know right away that they were meant to be there, they may serve some sort of purpose, teach me a lesson or help figure out who I am
and who I want to become. I never know who these people may be:
my neighbor, a child, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger whom, when I will lock eyes with them, I will know at that very moment that they will affect my life in some profound way. And tomorrow  things  may happen to me which may seem painful and unfair at that point of time, but in reflection I may realize that without overcoming those obstacles I would have never realized my potential strength and will power.

Tomorrow, I may realise that
all  that occur are to test the limits of my soul.I may realise that without t…

We are all broken

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We are all broken.
It's true, we all are. At times a little chipped and at others smashed with only hope and superglue to save us.

We all have that secret side which is weak, scared, bruised and imprisoned. We all know that, no matter how hard we try to pretend to be normal, we are insane in our own sweet little ways.

We all are wildflowers, yet we tend to be rose, all proper and sober.

We have thousands of voices whisphering in our heads all the time. We fall silently and rise up secretly.

We pretend to be happy but we are crazy and foolish, absurd and weird, ridiculous in our own ways beyond imagination.

We are all humans with numerous flaws and countless imperfections but we are the one who have within them the gift of magic.

Crunching numbers, scribbling drawings, blabbering words,  reading the atrocious, dancing the craziest, singing the broken songs, precisely make us human.

We cry ourselves to sleep for the fact we are weird and insane but have we ever realised we are insa…

STRUGGLE: A KEY OF LIFE

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Struggle, because nothing worth having comes easy. It’s the struggle that makes us appreciate the beauty of an achievement, pride in a possession. Because things are not easy, they never were, they never will be.

Each one of us is struggling, though with vivid variations.
A five month old struggles to get that blanket off his  feet, which his mother laid on him to protect him from the cold; a five year old struggles to have several chocolates in a single day, a fifteen year old struggles to score and a fifty year old struggles to not struggle.

So the question is, ‘Why should one struggle?’
Some of us will get the answer after this short story...

Once upon a time a son complained to his mother  that his  life was miserable and that he didn’t know how he was going to make it. He was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. His  mother  took him  to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each…

That Saturday

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"Not everything will go as we expect in our life. This is why we need to drop expectations, and go with the flow of life."

Life is all about planning. That's what most of us think.

Have we not been involved in making plans from the very first day? Plans for the way our life must head forward and many things to 'live happily ever after' story.
Just imagine how boring will be life if we know everything about how things will turn out even before experiencing them.

However things don't go always as we planned them to! Life is unpredictable. It often puts you in circumstances that we have never thought of. And then, the unfulfilled plans and expectations from life leave us disappointed.

But, have we ever realised that it is often the 'unplanned' things in life that bring the real fun?

Let's see it through our story. The story of US- the five : Anirban, Surajit, Rashmi, Priya and I.

4th, March 2017

An usual Saturday with an unusual weather. Its 4pm. We…

Do I belong here??

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On an especially tiring Thursday evening on the way home, while I was walking silently towards auto stand under the sky lit with a crescent moon, I suddenly noticed the aroma of cardamom-ginger tea drifting towards me. It was both surprising and weird.

What here is supposed to smell like tea?
Curious, I began searching for source and soon discovered that nested in the corner of the street was a small dirty stall that sold the much-hyped ‘Ela-chi Chai’.

The scent didn't bothered me much. It felt too out of place in that setting.

“Oh, you simplistic piece of beauty, you don't belong here. You belong to cups in the homes of lonely hearts who have won and lost. You belong to the 2 am desk of a writer who is tired to organize his thoughts. You belong to the blank head of a helpless student how he'll get through next semester alive. You belong to the dark evenings of memories and nostalgia. You belong to stained tables and unending conversation of friends. But however hard they…