It was a strange week, almost over. Debolina was here, after a long time we spend lots of time together, little bit travel together, though inside Delhi. Most of the time we talked about our Rajasthan trip together in 2008.
- sand grave yard
Nostalgia is like a disease, it eats you up slowly, strangely good days never exist for long, but they come with extra happiness which can not be consumed in those moments , they stay back as memories. and me I am sure lots of people like me enjoy those memories, sometimes lives on those memories, like camels, save extra food in your hunch back for the bad times.
- days vanishes in the shadows
These friends of mine are the reminder of my old city, Calcutta, where I spend 12years of my life finding myself, do not know the result of my search but collect some great memories.
- my last Holi in Calcutta... collection in my hunch back
- ...passing by
Strangely again even after spending 5 years in Delhi I hardly managed to collect any memories in my hunch back, all washed away into drinks , consumed in every weekend evenings , like all our resistance got washed away into the ocean of consumerism, into those malls every weekend.
- one weekend in delhi
- another weekend...
Passes by, without leaving any memories, nothing for my hunch back...:)
Got a offer for teaching into the workshop, never thought before about teaching , normally I feel like hiding under the table if i have to speak in front of more than 3/4 people, but I am happy people think I am capable of teaching something, at least i can give some lectures where people will be interested in listening those :), may be I will spare riya from some lectures atleast....:)
