It was not even close to being a day! The shortest and most complex moment which was carrying a little portion of the night and early hours of a gloomy time. Waking up with a startle; well, that was not a new experience, but the dream, the sequence, and images evaporated from the mind sooner than expected. It was like inquiring about the ephemeral experience … Continue reading Another Morning
He was fidgeting with the windows. Although it was morning, he wasn’t sure of welcoming the light. The room was pulsating with uncertain vibes. It was probably because of the kind of dreams he has been experiencing lately. Serene darkness did not make its way towards a simple path but deviated and crowded him with worrying dreams. The paroxysms were becoming intense; it was quite … Continue reading Through the Window
The boy could only stand between the light source to cast a feeble shadow on the ground. His silence was perceived to be his weakness, and his slender structure was inappropriate for the chaotic world. A world that plunges into a dangerous phase of conflicts that swallow the bravest. His eyes swallow the dangerous images in a stoic manner. Benumbed by the repeated lashes of … Continue reading The Boy
Ivan always set the pace of his day with his incredibly ambitious plans he thought of. He rushed through the quietness of the morning to immerse himself in the busy city life; his eyes only yearned for the dull grey colours. Manoeuvring through the numbed consciousness of the skewed designs drawn with some grumpy pen. The concepts of such designs are mostly ill-fitting; looks much … Continue reading Changing Concepts
The irrepressible wind is playful and somehow entered the lazy room. During an afternoon siesta, after long hours of struggle with the pen, Ryan carelessly kept the diary half open. An intruder, the wind is already curious and turns the pages randomly; they wake up from the slumber and urged to narrate the freshly written story. A soul is completely unaware of the stealthy intruder … Continue reading In-between the Words and Pause
It’s amazing the spirit of Life can reflect a calm demeanor in the face of daily trials that are usually picked up from the daily schedules. We are leaving footprints and also treading on numerous anonymous ones in this daily travel. Shadows of nature are retreating at a fast pace and there isn’t any favorable space available to sit down and reminisce. We do not … Continue reading The True Spirit
It was like traveling towards a haven situated somewhere among the mysterious clouds. It has not been named but still looks imposing and evokes respect. With increasing elevation, the road became precarious and resembled a mythical serpentine creature; winding across the mountains which seemed gravity defying. Walking on this road was a calling from the Divine world. On closer look, the images and patterns of … Continue reading A Solitary Walk and Realization
Who said fate was evident from the forehead? All I could decipher was the deep creases, where life has written some grievances between indelible lines. The lines on the face were on a different trajectory. They did not match the intensity and struggles that were visible on the forehead. Lines of the face narrated a mixed story of sparse phases of sunshine and mostly dispirited … Continue reading Deciphering Fate
Everyone is attired in a robe; intrinsically woven with the threads of nature. Once, wound in the spool, the threads are interwoven with secret messages of life. It is perfectly measured, according to the requirement of a lifetime and to preserve the sanctity of Divine grace. It does not have the unnatural ostentation or embellished with various artificially mined superlatives, to give a new identity … Continue reading The Robe
Winter nights unleashes a challenge for the soul. Winter says, “I have come here to stay. Dare you to explore the winter night and stay awake, till dawn clears the fog.” The daredevil heart decides to accept the challenge and walk the city streets through the night. Without a care in the world, the vagabond, oblivious of sleep and comfort of the warm bed, decides … Continue reading Walking the Winter Nights
Amitav Chowdhury 