psychedelic dreams...fragments of my warped imagination...and a warm concoction of sweet remembrances called Kolkata...all this...that...and much more...much,much more...

loved yesterday for everything...for the lazy breeze that brushed past me...dabbing a bit of its care free essence on me...loved yesterday for it helped me fall in love with myself...fall in love with the city...for the nth time...loved yesterday for the mellow baanshir awaj that's still reverberating inside me...for that mindblowing natok at Academy that stirred the dormant conciousness within me...for the walk back to the Exide bus stop...that walk past Rabindra Sadan...Nandan...past that urchin,squatting on the pavement outside Nandan...playing the most heart wrenching tune in his baanshi...it was almost ten in the night then...and I wished I could stay there forever...

I've never felt so emancipated as I feel now...yesterday will live with me forever...that walk...baanshir awaj...Sahajiyadir obhinoy...I won't be able to forget these...however hard may I try...