#TheThunderousSilence

|| It not only did rain outside, that night; but it poured as much inside.

It's long since the window pane had been washed; it's long since the dampness had been felt.

It thundered like never before; accompanied by the wailing that echoed into the hollow throat.

The sky lived through the night; some only survived.

The morning beamed with freshness; the sleepless body was up with the Sun, except for the dead soul.||


StayBlessed!

The Aroma of Autumn

While heading towards home, at the end of the day, my pace was checked by a scent...

It's the favourite scent of most Bengalis may be, especially at this time of the autumn, a scent that carried me to my childhood..

The aroma of "Shiuli" (Jasmine) was so intoxicating that it relaxed every bit of my brain and heart.

Suddenly I found myself plunging into the ocean of juvenile thoughts of Pandal hopping, innocent laughter, and the junk food eating competition.

Today here, almost 2020 km away from that geographical location and about 15 years in future from those memories, I felt that exact jolt of happiness.....

......The beautiful Jasmine, blooming unknowingly, away from everyone's eyes did its work, did what it needs to do....guided me to meet my inner child;

.....and the result was otherworldly.

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