The train was shooting through the green landscape. It was crossing plantain groves, ponds, cows, thatched houses, and smiling onlookers, in flashes. I was not looking. It was ticking. And it was painful. For I knew it wont be an easy transition. Not easy enough to cry for, not easy enough to talk about, not easy enough to think over. (Do you remember writing with your first ballpoint pen, after the velvet touch of the fountain pens? Don’t you wish…)
But I was just looking at the eyes. The eyes that stopped speaking then. The eyes that wanted to see more. I looked. The chugging of the train had stopped long back, the pitter-patter of conversation was hardly registering, the somnolent breeze, the pregnant silence. Nothing. And I was desperately looking for words.
Enveloped in verbosity, shrouded in faces and names, that moment stretching aeon made me realise…
Naiveté had made me believe that words can change the world. We make friends through words, and that love stays wrapped in her purple casket neatly ribboned with unforgettable words. Words prick insatiable memory, cooped like pigeons, with nowhere to go. Words are bridges and roofs, words are rains and petrichor, and words are the innocent and the patriarch… And how wrong was I!
Word really fall short…
The empty vessel 
hothath?
actually etar maane bujhlam na. tui abaar kobe shobdo ke gurutto ditish?
🙂
tumi baaje!
how stupid! you can behave well with everyone, but me! can you understand that i can see through your stupidity? and yes, you have no right to misbehave with me.
toke bolar proyojon achhe bole bolchhi. amaar ekta shombondho esechhe. chicago te chakri kore. 27 yrs. 6’2″. i am considering it.
gizmo, good luck for the new life there in mumbai. eka flat-e thakbi shune amaar ki lobh hochchhilo re! jodi pari, tor PS shesh hobaar aage ekbaar deshe asbo. tor okhane thakte dish du-ek din. plan kore nebo! red, toke eto bhalobashi keno bujhi na shotyi-i. tui bhebe dekh. tui amar sathe eto kharap byabohar korish. othocho…
bhalo thakish ekhon theke. ontoto physical memories to aar thakchhe na. gachh pala, dewaal, rasta shob bhinno. asha kori ektu bhalo thakte parbi. beshi mod khash na kintu. aar ektu roga how. gaale prochondo mangsho hoyechhe!
and tell me if i looked cool that day!
I second saikat! 🙂
gizmo! i hope you reached safe. sweetheart, take good care of yourself. problem hole madhurjya banerjee-r help nish, ok? sabdhane thakish sona.
ami pouchhe gechhi.
gizmo, LEO kemon achhe? tor kotha mone porchhe. tui to amake bhulei gechhish mumbai-e giye! gizmo, tor to okhane bondhu nei. tui amaar sathe kotha bolle to tor shomoy kaate. bhaab kore ne na re!
amaar ichchhe kore tor haat dhorte!
@saikat: 😛
@arun: guess which saikat this is! 😛