Posts Tagged ‘childhood’

In the permafrost of memory;
Scattered are those scores;
Of remnants- the childhood colours- Read more »

Living life Bollywood style came as easy with imaginations fuelled by the numerous fantasies felt after watching lots of it all my life. As a small kid, the identical twins theory would twitch my heart and while one winced in pain inflicted in the other, I too would tremble as if we were triplets. Read more »

It is true, to a large extent, that everybody has a book in him. He just needs the polish of language to bring it out. But some people can stretch this logic a little too much. This is exactly what got to one good friend of mine. He left his business that was giving him a good return, and nagged his live-in partner until she was ready to ditch him. The last time we met, he had moved in to his car with his maid. He was living a gypsy life, penniless. He came down to town during the day and by night, drove up to Buddhagang. It had been his routine for the best part of a month. And he always had his pen and an open book. Read more »

Paintings! That’s what I loved in childhood. It was not just my hobby but the passion long remained unfulfilled.

It was a lovely afternoon, when I was seventh grader, as I sat with brush and color. Canvass, not a professional as my father would not afford it, lay at the front desk, blank.This has to turn blue, red, green and black to speak for people to understand, if not all. Read more »