a memoir of etchings and wanderings
It never really is about time. The important thing is intention. You can spend a lifetime chasing. And not be able to move a heartstring. Then someone else steps in, and like magic they change. So when someone cannot make time for you Don’t take it personally It’s not like you lack anything Probably what you have is not what they’re looking for I have seen people cross oceans Heard … Continue reading “Intent” →
Seems like just the other day that I was writing about my first day at my new job, and today marks six months of me being here. It has been quite the journey, I must say. I’ve written things I thought I was never capable of, learned so much about Oman that surprised me, met some really great people at work, attended the most hilarious meetings and felt like quite a boss. … Continue reading “Time Flies” →
And it seems like just the other day when I was on the flight from Muscat to Gurgaon. A city which I had heard only evil things about – so near the big bad Delhi (as most Bengalis perceive and teach their children), where everything is ‘unsafe’, extremely expensive, impersonal and positively scary. Just the other day that I was looking for paying-guest rooms and people to stay with in this new … Continue reading “Two Years Since” →
I’ve been quite the fool And you’ve quietly let me I am lonely And you see me fight it alone I know you cause me pain And I should colour you black I try to wrench you open And every single time I fail I’ve no fight left in me But the eyes blazed with ambition and confidence I don’t know if you’ve even noticed at all That lately the … Continue reading “This is the thing” →
It never rains when you want it to. Life is unpredictable, as are the people who form it. That seems to my biggest problem with it. Why cannot we stay still for a while, why cannot things that have taken months and years to perfect, not rest a little for a moment – just so that one can admire the effort put into creating them. The older and the wiser … Continue reading “Time of My Life” →
I fear I am becoming faint-hearted. I find myself becoming increasingly affected by my surroundings, to the effect that I no longer feel happy. I am forced to drag myself around unwillingly, to work, around people, other places every single day. Change has always been something I have been terrified of. It scares me to even imagine uprooting myself from the current proximity, letting go of the few who I … Continue reading “Cowardice” →
It feels right. Just the time to give up. Even though I might never really be able to let go, now is the time to prepare my heart and mind. It is time.