The Fall

I write because…well, well, now do I really ! When was the last time I wrote ! Ages it seems now.
I thought I had nothing left in me to say. I felt as if all the words have drained out of me, and that I will never write again.
But this room ! This writing desk next to this huge window! It seemed this house was meant for me. So when Areej wanted to take the other house on rent, the one closer to City Center, I insisted on this one. This house is a little away, somewhere right in the middle of Manchester Airport and Piccadilly, if you would. The place is so calm and quiet. The window from my room overlooks this serene backyard with six giant trees – two maple, one that I presume to be fig, and rest I don’t know; and lots and lots of bushes.
When I first came here three months back, the place was all green. So much green, like I had never seen before. And the sky, oh the Sky ! Stark blue. We don’t get such clear sky in India. Not so much green either. Although it should have been, in Bengal at least. But now everything is so grey, so dusty back there.
I had seen leafy trees and leafless trees, but had never seen trees shading their leaves. Like a nostalgic gradual process, the passing of time becomes so palpable, you can feel it. Behind the trees there are the radiant English cottages standing in perfect harmony, at ease. Mine is an apartment, but of that same romantic terracotta red colour, with chimney and fire places and…you know. What else could I have done, sitting here, all alone, but write.
Yet, it didn’t come easy. Words were with me when I had no one, nothing. In that solitary studio in Qatar, confined, I had turned to them. I made Sandcastle my best friend. Came good times, and how conveniently I had forgotten all about it. Continue reading “The Fall”


Thus, so far…

Today’s Assignment: publish a post for your dream reader, and include a new-to-you element in it.

Like Love, there are only a few other things that money cannot buy. Readers ! I do not have any particular dream reader. Having readers is my dream. And you all are fulfilling my dream by having me in your reading list. This is overwhelming !

This is really a big deal for me when I find every other day you are connecting with me, and keeping a tab on what I’m writing. This is big because it is blogosphere, it is world-wide web. Here if you are stopping to read and like any of my single post, should be quite a thing for me. But you are not stopping just at that, but making a commitment of returning again ! A dream come true for me, indeed.

It has been only a while that I have joined WordPress community, and you all are such wonderful people I am getting to know. Reading you is enriching me in more ways than you can think of. Hence, I must thank you in a way that I can do best. Write some more ! Here’s my attempt on ’roundup post’ for whatever little I have covered so far. Continue reading “Thus, so far…”

The Who & Why of Me !

 Blogging 101: Introduce yourself. Today’s assignment: write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post.

I was in a profession once, preparing for which I had to learn the perfect grooming, correct smiling, right etiquettes, and serving meals of course. This job interview preparation had also compelled that I learn ‘by heart’ to introduce myself, for this was the most common interview question.

Since then I realised that though I love to talk, talk endlessly with friends,or in front of a mirror, the last thing I like doing is talk about who I am. No, not because I am shy. I am rather an ambivert person. I simply think that my actions  and behaviour ought to leave a mark in others, and speak volume about me.  I am here to know, think and talk about the world outside of me.Thats why my ‘about me’ page has been brief so long. (But now on a second thought, let me know if I should include these ramblings in there.)

However, I would definitely love to talk about my blog. It had been a while that I got relocated to Qatar from India. This rugged place is so different from my country !
Life here, as I find it, dwells on two extremities – good and bad, and nothing in between. Continue reading “The Who & Why of Me !”