Aritry Das

blogs from kolkata

Clueless 20s
As I sit here eating my midnight bread And wondering what life might be like five years down the line, I am clueless. I can't even make a proper fluffy pancake, or write a properly punctuated article yet, and I am supposed to be shaping my life right now? I mean whatever decisions I take, they are g...
Posted on 30 May 2014 | 4:20 am
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For her.
She walked down the lane with sorrow dripping from her hair that flew against the wind like a rebel child of broken love and she grew older with each passing moment as her face became accumulation of mismatched fabric patches of uncountable days that she lived in the truest sense of a life she fatho...
Posted on 16 February 2014 | 3:34 pm
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I don't know what I was thinking
I wanted to love you like the beautiful paintbrush That I stole from my mother in my young days Of colours and weirdest thoughts; And the brush had a little crack at the end, And it became my favourite thing, Even at times when the lines and colours Betrayed my imagination and I spilled everything a...
Posted on 16 February 2014 | 3:16 pm
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