Priyadarshini

Prologue!  Monsoon Rain... The driver pressed horn really hard, hoping the overloaded lorry to move away from his way, but the road has become really worse and the lorry has badly fixed, the impatient people along with the continuous raining make it more difficult. I turned off my Data option with that turned off my phone too, the rain is intensifying with lightening and it is not advisable to use phone while lightening, so with no option left I look outside through the glass window of the cab towards the busy streets of my home town. It is the Monsoon time in India when I got the news of my mother’s illness, I was busy in a project far away from India in USA with my team mates and I got this news. Well worried! Of course I am, because as much as I know my family, they won’t say me such things if it isn’t something more serious. So here I am in Kolkata, in my home town putting all the remaining work upon my fellow mates. Sir! The driver’s voice broke ...

Bitter and Sweet! What come in your mind if you are asked to relate both the words “Bitter” and “Sweet” to something? Both define quite different taste. Then comes another question, which you like the most? I may tell you anything, if I was asked, but in the company of my Dairy and loneliness, my answer will surely be different. And it will always be “His Memories”. And anything to choose, I like both bitter and sweet. As I am penning down the last chapter of “My Love Story”, confused will describe very less of my situation. Where to start and where to finish, but I am sure it will be jumble of feelings each different from other but linked in a very thin cord and that’s Him. As I have expressed earlier that I don’t know when, how it all started, may be if I had known, have surely saved them as treasures. But as I look back now, I saw the moments, some has happened, some I have created, some I have stolen from time. From a eye candy to when it become my habit I don’t k...