The Crazy Side

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Almost every morning we see the sun shinning bright. Gleaming at us with an encouraging smile. The day starts slow and get busier for many. But there are people like us, who works with the moon and sleeps with the daylight.
Last year in the month of December, I happened to be living a clueless life. To be precise, it wasn’t just the month of December. It all started back on August 2014. I was clueless, in love with a friend, music rocked my mind, parties checked my attendance & life was just a new plan everyday. I must say that I adore and cherish every bit of it. But as time changes then we tend to change too. The situations start to differ. Few stay and most leave. Other move on with their lives for something new. And there are people like me who lives and likes to remember the good times.
So this was such a morning wherein I was jobless, broke, going through a heartbreak turmoil and awake with red eyes. I didn’t sleep all night before this morning. Reasons? Ummm…. I am still clueless. Insomniac maybe! I made a plan with my brother to visit the Hauz Khas Fort in the early morning to see the rising sun. Now where in the world did that idea suddenly popped into my mind from, I really didn’t know. Somehow I convinced my brother to meet me at the Hauz Khas Metro Station in the morning after his work night shift. Somewhere it was selfish enough to making him so stressed out after work I thought. But my brother is more crazier than me in such cases. He’s one of a kind, who can travel anytime he wants. More of moody stereotypes. He will screw me once he reads this. But it’s funny.
So after the sleep deprived night, I kept waiting for the watch to strike 6. I was all set to get ready for the morning plan in thirty minutes. Suddenly, I thought of cooking some maggi noodles for my brother as he liked them a lot and some sandwiches for myself. I used to live with my uncle at that time. I left home around 7 as it takes almost an hour to reach Hauz Khas.
As I was walking down to the metro station, the cold made my skin go dry and white. And there I was wearing only a sweatshirt. I must have been a crazy free bird. After traveling for few minutes more than a hour, I saw my brother waiting in the platform. He was looking tired as hell with his bloodshot eyes. But he hugged with his sweet smile and it was refreshing to start the day. My brother knew I had things in my mind to share with him because I only make sudden plans with him when my mind needs some free air to breathe. We hired an auto from the metro station till the fort. We walked into the fort and sat  on a side that faced a small lake. The sun was out before we reached the fort. Even then there was this eerie beauty of that glowing sun as it touched my skin. We watched the birds chirping and flying from one side to another. The leaves on the trees looked greener than the green as the sun kissed them. The lake blushed when the sunlight fell on it. And the ducks were singing a melancholic stream. Everything felt so peaceful and serene. There was a silence in the breeze. I felt it could talk to my silence. It could know my soul more than me. I keep staring at the lake, thinking how priceless the nature’s beauty is. How god has created every being so differntly. The birds were gifted to fly, sky was pretty being blue, the water was meant to be smoothe, the air so essential was invisible and sun that burns so bright doesn’t turn me into a charcoal.
I took the food out that I bought for my brother and me. He thought I had planned for a mini picnic and he kept teasing me about it. The cold food tasted of love and fun. Then my brother and I got busy clicking pictures of each other. We explored the fort to get some amazing snaps. I was happy and didn’t remember any pain that I had.
After while, we sat on a different spot but this time with a better view of the lake. I missed someone and wished he was by my side; enjoying with us and shared what we ate. I was in a confused state with the one I loved. I adored him more than he could belive enough. It is tough when your heart plays with your mind. The numbness encountered is harsh yet divine. That’s when I thought, the reason that kicked me out in the morning could have something to do with me. Maybe I was over thinking or not accepting things as it is. Probably I was holding on to things that I should let go and start loving myself more. Being clueless wasn’t me. It made me feel bad about myself and everything. It makes me hide away from everyone for some inner peace that I like to find. So there I was, still looking at the lake with my puffed up eyes. I missed him but I felt more alive when I enjoyed my life.
I think life has many things that come and go. We should always learn from the good and bad. Nothing can harm us until we let them to. My deep thoughts kept digging more into my bewildered mind. I wanted to venture more of this time. Somewhere I knew whatever I felt this day will not come back again. I wanted to feel it more so that I could write about it someday.
Life is better if kept simple. Simplicity doesn’t cost or hurt anyone much. After few hours, my brother and I walked out of the fort to grab some early morning dimsums at Delhi Haat nearby INA Market. Obviously that was my idea to eat that so early. As I said I was and still crazy. We had some great moments and shared our thoughts on photography. After finishing our food, we headed back to home. As soon as we got the metro seats available for us to sit, we both were dead tired and sleeping with our mouths open. To wake up and to get off the metro seemed like such a big task to. But we had to as there was no godfairy to carry us. As we both bid each other goodbye. I realized I felt lighter after spending such a crazy morning with everything that I admire.
My brother clicked this picture on that morning. It is an another loving memory of my life.
I believe every little moments like this makes a big difference about how we perceive things. Most of the time, the peace and love that we keep hunting for exists in every little thing that we do.

God Bless All

Written By: Moupiya Sanyal

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Beyond The Darkness

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This picture reminds of the days I had started working for Iyogi Technical services. I had completed my 1st week of training and was on my way back home around 2 in the morning after my shift. As we boarded our respective cabs and left for home, I saw few of my cab mates were from my training batch itself. After 15 mins of our journey, the car suddenly stopped. The driver identified the fault with the puncture of a tyre and asked us to halt. As the driver was busy fixing the tyre I looked around me, into the darkness to find some sattire. I sat on the footpath, talking to one of the girl from my training batch. We shared some funny stories and as I looked on my right I saw the headlights looked so perfect in the darkness. Even the roads, the footpath and the silent bushes said something withing their silence. My interest got more curious about the surroundings around me than any conversation my new friend was builiding up. So I clicked this picture. It made me feel so positive about it. When I look deeply into this click, the roads, street lights & the darkness means so much to me. Even our life is like one of these roads. Dark and broad and sometimes narrowed. We have many chances to brighten up our lives, just like those tall street lights. And footpath depicts about the well wishers who always are there for us, to guide us the right way or to protect us when we are strained.
Darkness has numerous meaning to it. It potrays pain, sorrow, enlightenment, glory & happiness too. I believe that if you haven’t felt the darkness properly then you haven’t known the true face of life yet. It is the one who makes you strong even when you are hurt, it makes you patient when you are too anxious and it makes you a better person and you believe this too shall pass. The ones who term darkness or the dark time as negative is utterly wrong. How could anyone know the worth of beautiful mornings if there were no crystal dark nights? Therefore, it’s good to look beyond the darkness as it makes one wise and strong. I never knew this simple picture could change the way I look at things but yes it did in a good way.
Now that the tyre has been fixed, my friend calls me back to board the cab. We were thirty minutes late. Well it was again one of the memorable moments for me that I would love to share and cherish. I look back at the same lonely road, thanking it with goodbye. But I will always remember this night.

Written by: Moupiya Sanyal

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The Gift

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Feb 10th 2014

When I saw them for the first time it was a bunch of white thin straws tied together with a flat bottom. I wondered what on earth this was because this lamp was gifted to me in two pieces, one had to attach the bunch and adjust it accordingly on the flat bottom machine. But once I turned the switch on, the pale white straws turned into beautiful shower of color. My entire dark room lit up. I felt as if it lightened my dark side too. This was the best gift I had ever encountered.
He was more than a friend. It was a surprise from him to me. I was excited as a chirpy bird. He made me blush. We kept looking into the colorful light all night. Holding each others hand with some blissful tracks being played in the background. The different colors suddenly admired us in a different way. Our long talks made it special and so memorable that it won’t decay. That was the first time he spoke so much that I wouldn’t care to irrupt at all. My head was on his shoulders all night long. Now when I look back into those memories. I miss our times & feelings that we shared. If ever he comes back, he’d be one special gift just like this gift he gave me. Until then I’ll keep cherishing these moments that I have of him till time dies on me someday.

Written by: Moupiya Sanyal

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Only Words Can Feel Them

There comes  ‘that’  time in everyone’s life  for once or more. A certain time which never seem to pass. A wound that couldn’t just heal. I know some may judge me as too depressive, laugh at it and call me crazy enough to write about something this lame. But I don’t care about what all they have to say about it because i know deep down, just right in that heart, they have that memoryimage

which is hidden in a dark place. So let me unveil it. I wouldn’t be sure if everyone could relate to it or not but I am sure yes somewhere they may have felt the glimpse of it. Come on… No one had such a perfect life. If such perfection did exist then it would be my bad that i haven’t come across it yet.So going back to the memory lane, I am trying to write about a time where the beauty of everything can be felt only by WORDS. Just like these mere ones can feel them right now. I am a type of person who speaks her heart out to the most and couldn’t to few ones. Pretty easy to understand me, isn’t it? They all think the same. But I’d like to just smile back. Now it’s up to you to understand if it was genuine or a shrewd one. Anyhow words have been my best friends. Always. They come out in the simplest form from me. They are the ones who help me to speak my heart out easily. They enjoy when I have fun, they blush when I am happy, they cry when I am sad and they think deep when I am lost. How about a situation where everything that you see and do feels like a movie. A movie that will end soon. You know that nothing is permanent in this world but you start feeling it too. You live everyday and wonder how it will be tomorrow. Maybe the strength  portrayed scares you a lot. The emptiness was a darkness but it became hollow too. You thought it didn’t matter but the words felt it all. I kept looking for answers to many questions. Yes I mean many questions. But something stops me to look for it. Nonetheless, now and again I look for them again. My voice is of everyone. Most questions could be the same like others and why shouldn’t it be? I am human too. How easy is it to nurture a feeling and to let it go? Or shall I ask is it hard or slow? Does it blow your mind in a good way? Or it gets you more crazier day by day? But somewhere you live accepting the truth of good and bad. At first, it hurts you. Then it hurts you more. Later it hurts you again for the last time. But it hurts you again. To create memories is very easy and yes they are beautiful. Ah, they hurt you too. You store them in bundles. Then keep them as far as you can. Later you look at them secretly, cheating and promising  yourself that it’ll be the last time. They say it shall pass. Yes it does and at times it doesn’t. To be continued…………