Category Archives: scribbles

The enlightened erases the past, ignores the present, tiptoes through the future.

The wish to find moments of peace in a quiet ghat of The Ganges appear closer now.

It’s dangerous to argue with one on the rules he only knows to follow but not to question.

Lost myself in the narrow track between paddy fields that meets the horizon… kept walking barefoot through the lush green to meet the azure vault of the sky. Colourful journey. When I reached the only hue left was the monotone black of the evening.

I’m too far… but am I too lost?

Man only owns hope and pain. Everything else is a material/abstract “isomorph”.

I stalk the melody of her anklet, dive into her abyssal eyes and drown in my insignificance.

Women should have admirers. Men, fantasies.

কেন শুধু মনে হয় শেষ খেয়া বাই বুঝি এই? সন্ধ্যে হলো, ফেরার প্রয়োজন ফুরালো বুঝি আমার… এ কোন অব্যক্ত মুক্তির আনন্দ সব পিছুটানের ব্যাথা ভুলিয়ে দেয়?

Why does this feel like the last sail? As if it’s dusk, and there’s no reason to return anymore… What’s in this inexplicable joy of liberation that shadows the pangs of nostalgia?

Buku (my son) was hitting me yesterday to show the power of his punch. I told him the real power was to control the punch even if he feels like punching someone. He should only show his power when he hits the football. He reiterated, not sure he understood or not.

I am sure as he grows up experience will teach him when to resist and retaliate. But not yet.