You may think, that I’m referring to a telephonic conversation here; however, this was a conversation that happened in a bar between two unknown people. There’s a popular saying, ‘You meet the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time and place’. Something similar happened here. It was the year 2017 when I was in…
Tag: Friendship
Step of Memories
Three years, as time flew by; a lot reminded stagnant,The grief persist and so did the memories. As I climbed those stairs, years after we bid goodbye,Each step recalled a moment and so did the feet became, heavy. As I rang the bell, I wish it was you;Then was greeted with the same warmth as…
May the history repeat itself
As I entered the airport last night,I was upset and missed you. Not because you weren’t there,But the fear that you may never be there. It did and will always remind me of the unfulfilled promises we made,And the untraveled destinations. They say that if you have to know your partner well, travel with him;I…
Habit
Habit is a behaviour pattern acquired through frequent repetition or physiological exposure that manifests itself in regularity or increased ease of performance. Habit is the prevailing disposition or character of a person’s thoughts and feelings. Habit is a settled tendency or usual manner of behaviour. Habit is what my eyes have developed, which see you…
TO WHOM I CAN BE MORE THAN ONE
On a scorching summer,I can make you feel the winter shivers;I, your man, a poet, can make you surmise. On a dry and humid day,I can make you feel the rain;I, your man, a rhymester, can make you imagine. On a boring and dull day,I can make you travel a thousand miles;I, your man, a…
Twin Bugyals of Uttrakhand – Aali & Bedni Bugyal
It all started with the circulation of a message on WhatsApp, where our planner, Karun, came up with the idea of finalising the destination of Aali and Bedni Bugyal for our next trek. The unheard terrain suddenly created a buzz among all, and eventually, we had another group created to get introduced to the people…
The Mystery Women
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…
ANKUR MONDAL 