The image in the mirror is much closer then it appears…

Call her Mad. Call her Nagging. Call her Bitchy. Call her Daughter. Call her a Friend.

The Sweetheart, the Smoker, the Doper, the Nagging Nanny; everyone has something to talk about her.

But, she’s a always a WOMEN to ME.

One who is ruffle minded as her hair, charming as her smile, loud as her laugh, and loving as her heart.

Never thought I would be writing about anyone in particular in my blog. But truth is, she earned it.

Meet Ms. Raina Mandal.

A Traveler, Writer, Journalist, Blogger, Confused, Determined, Strong, Emotional, Friend of Friend, etc., etc., etc.

With passing times, I learned a lot about her. I grew on her. But if I’ll be true, she is still a mystery to me.

The things she does, she says, even though I’m seldom aware of it, comes as a surprise; may/ may-not, always be a pleasant one. She might not have a backup plan, but does things with a confidence. Future complications? What the F**K is that? Well, that how I always known her.

If i just look at few chapters back in past, things and perceptions were never the same. I did envy her, and somewhere hated her too. Always looked her as a friend-thief. Well yes, not funny though, but its the truth. I was always in an impression that she stole my best friend. There was a point I actually thought of summoning her. Indeed, was a phase.

Ahahahahahaahahaha… (That’s how she laughs).Meet Mr. Aneek Biswas. My Best Friend. He indeed now the sole reason, I go to know her. Know her so well.

Back to Ms. Mandal, many incidents, accidents, and circumstances lead to get us so close. A person who loves to eat at places and experiment with the taste-bud. Share travel stories and plan detours. Sooner with time, she become my secret sharer, confessee, and much more.There was no particular reason to write this blog, but just to introduce you all another sweet person existing in this world. Neither she just grew on me, but on both my best friends.

Meet the last criminal of the gang, Mr. Pritthish Bhattacharya. An introvert, but ocean of emotions. He always restricts from emoting to the world, but is a toddler with her.

Will be an injustice if I miss this person from the list, Ms. Dashy Mandal. The soul sister of hers. She is as moody as her, and unpredictable too. We never know what might piss her off, but surely know how to turn that straight lips to a smiling curve. What connected and attached me to her is one thing, “Her eyes reciprocates what my heart does – My Best Friends”. Blessed to have you in our life. Love you always. May the legacy follows.