.......endeavored 2 write after a long time and am falling short of words again. Its nt that nuthn ensued all this while…infact so much happened in so short a time. Clg feels sufferable nw……almost cried the day it closed b4 d puja hols….sulked for 2 full day’s n 1 half after dat!!!!.....it’s strange how we leisurely learn 2 love all the things which at the outset would drive us nuts!!!!.....we actually redream so much with time. From being that small sweet papa’s pixie to d still small n not that sweet independent lass of today…..did ramble a long long way…..the other day I almost blubbered while traveling in one of the local trains back home. It was dark outside n I was alone. My heart ached 2 go back 2 d refuge of papa’s sturdy but warm arms…….missed dat feeln of security,of protection,of fortification........missed being a child dat day.....the train moved on with its unhurried exhausted pulse, reluctantly shipping d chattering unambiguously busy passengers…..no stolen half-deliberate half-casual glances noticed my tears in the over crowded compartment of d 7.15 local that day.….but natural, though….. I wanted 2 relive my past 2day…dunno why n dunno how…. never to be forgotten reminiscences…..abstract elusive memoirs lingered…my misguided mistakes re-surfaced…..like trapped butterflies, these memories stay back….they stomach the colours of the past but with a fluttering restlessness of the present n a flickering hope of freedom for d future…..memories stay like a a sleeping python sumwhere in between our lungs…..silent yet dexterous enough 2 stop d beating of the organ in between….. Durga puja came n went…..promised a lot n delivered little….reprehensibly as accustomed though….A year long wait kick starts again…..birth of new dreams n inception of new strengths to combat d heart-break when it shatters….. …Shubho bijoya…..