Man of Dream

Who said I miss him??

Maybe  just his calm, dark eyes that send shivers through me.
Or maybe the warmness of his crooked smile that makes me skip my breath.
Or the tightening of his jaw that urges me to bite my lips without my own accord.

Or maybe his soothing chuckles over my skin turning me on.
Or his lips brushing from my temple till the corner of my mouth with sudden nibbles on mine.
Or just his touch all over me, making me ache for him more.
Or the way I slide to feel his hardness against me.
Or the ever-lasting cuddle.
Or those little conversations that always turn out to be more romantic than never before.

Or the ways he know how to treat a woman and adore her, how to subdue her and ease her pain.
Or the long-desired kiss to break all arguments.
Or the cravings that make things damp with every sight of him.

It’s not about the few moments we spend together rather the thousands more that are about to come.
It’s not about the mundane existence but the spiritual bond we have.
It’s not about the flatters he never used but the unspoken promises that I understand anyway.
It’s not about the few gaps we have rather the innumerable frictions we experience.

We are the two piece of puzzle that fits perfectly to complete each other.I never wanted to confine him but liberal, for he’ll return where he belongs.
He makes me strong.
He gives me hell lot of reasons to indulge him every single day of my life with all myself.
Who said he is ethereal?
He’s just too real to believe.
Who said he can never be mine?
Already too close to part away.


It’s not my love that I define here, but maybe my DREAM that I can achieve someday.

Search for a worthy companion

The only people who have visited her are the nickel-and-dime.
Or some college bunkers who make sure to include her in their wanna-visit-list.
Or someone who had actually never seen her but made sure to mention it in his status on social network.

She is a gammer who devoted herself since 1776 and allowed over 1600 person into her shelter. She’s the one who had her mortal death around mid-19th century but still vivacious. She’d always taken care of folks within her arena. She’s there every time someone needs to know about old Calcutta. She’s as significant as Kolkata itself.
Even after being having some powerful men in her life like Derozio, W. Jones, Charles Stuart, Colonel Robert Kyd, John Vaughan, Cleveland and many more, she is forever doomed to experience other’s hormonal spurt rather than her own well-being.
She is eternally ruined as most of the physiques are broken and dysfunctional, that hurt her as hell.

After talking to the attendant and writing an elaborate comment about her in the record book…I felt a responsibility towards her.
How did no one felt the same????
Even after serving Calcuttans for an extended span and topping a to-do visit list (since forever)…How is that the visitors never cared much?
The place is adulterated extremely making her more miserable at this age of hers.

Her location: Park Street, Kolkata. (184, Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose Road, Kolkata, West Bengal 700017)

She is still waiting for that visitant who worth her, adore her and admire her for being herself till now.
Whether there will be an enthusiast tomorrow that’s still a mystery??
But believe as I say this she is on her verge to find one “Someday”.