Author: Soham Samanta

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Even a dry bread, doesn’t kill the taste.

Don’t we ever get tired of being pretentious? Okay, sorry. First let me put you on the same page as I’m in. But the thing is, it’s quite tough for me as well, to precisely bring up the context, I maybe thinking about. Everything is in a hanging kind of state. What I mean by that is, I can’t put before you in a plate, any of my single thoughts, and make you digest that. This kinda statement might sound condescending somehow, but believe me, I’m just trying to season the current mood on these lines. It’s like the starters, you’re given at a barbecue’s table and then leaving no room for the main course for you to intake. Now, this analogy may create inside you a temptation to order something on Zomato, as you’re unable to make a visit particularly on barbecue due to this very inevitable situation. But, I think, you may reconsider, and want some breads with an irregular layer of butter spread on it. And, yeah, definitely some tea. One thing, I accidentally happened to like about breads is the subtle taste it has got. Oh! It seems, I have deviated from the very question I asked. Or, maybe I’m just trying to keep before you the daily mood that spans my day, until something fills me with disgust, and kills my taste for everything, in that very moment.

All started with a “hi-hey” and then an admission of one’s currents problems. And now that I’m writing, I must confess that, from the very first lines, I happened to feel that there was some pretending going on. But it resides in our human nature to pretend something to a certain extent. And this very thought, prevented me from giving it a second thought. It’s again quite normal to have a thirst for experimenting, when we talk to someone who’s a stranger. Hence, I did convey my thoughts, which I thought has the ability to make that person find solace in that very situation. And, then, we were under a cycle of sharing and appreciation. Ugh man! I don’t think, I want to remember the whole thing. Just want to say one thing, in this whole conversation, I never had said any word that could make anyone use the word “harsh” against me. Also, I should say, the person even said, that he/she respects me. And, now I know, it was a fake thing, one could say. These things just keep on justifying that, first impressions are never fully wrong. So, yeah, a lesson, that sometimes a quest to get intimate and become selfless can engulf you with disgust in the end.

Bye. Forget it.

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Night’s Breakfast

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How much weird this “title” may seem to be, it is not. Because, the conclusion of something to be weird, needs a prior context, of what it is going to imply. And, unfortunately enough, neither you and in some way, nor do I, know, what am I going to write. Hence, I left you no room for judgements that would make it possible for you to claim my “title” to be a weird one. But, being a reader, you have a right to know, that the actual reasons for choosing this title, resides on my beliefs of qualifying the night time as a possessor of different feeds, for the mind to dwell with. Pretty long sentence to read at one short, right? So, let me tell you, Bertrand Russell has enough reasons to persuade anyone, to not use long sentences. And, most interestingly, himself excels in the usage of it. So, the truth is, reasons keeps the capability to guide you in providing justification but it’s the moment that drives you and makes you to project the true feelings, out of you. But all these words didn’t just grow out of plain thoughts. Reasonable influence of this flow of thoughts can be placed on a “liquid”! Yeah, a liquid. So, hear me out.

Situation wise, I was kinda drowsy but wasn’t willing to go to sleep that sooner. Thus, desperate situation calls for desperate measures. I went for a couple of tea bags, and to be particular about the numbers, I remember, it was two. And, I pity them. Want to know why? It’s because, they seem to become useless too early, (or may be looked as being useless) as soon as they stop adding more color to the milk, when there is still so much left in that bag to be taken out. Who cares! Its just a tea bag, right? Hope it never happens in our society. Phew. Still who cares!

Filling the thermos flask, up the brim, my laziness and with it my texture of drowsiness, I got a temptation of pouring the tea slowly into the cup. Or, maybe I’m just restructuring the event that I witnessed, in order to place before you, a worth-reading-piece. Whatever it may be, I just happened to sense a peculiar sound out of the dripping tea drops, that made a “curkling” sound. Okay now, stop before you start googling the word “curkling” because no such word exists. I just made it up, and the reason being my quest to imitate the above-mentioned sound while pronouncing the word I just made up. Now, it entirely depends on your familiarity with that very sound. This type of words is termed as “Onomatopoeia” and different regions of the world use different combination of letters to structure a word of such use, as every language has a different pronunciation style. So, if you don’t mind, let me sum up this. We depict a sound in a form of letters just to bring them under our capability to convey it to others. Hope, this never happens with the idea of GOD, and in a way too restricted, even religious faith.

To much gap, right? What to do… the moment just made me to transcend my feelings from something very normal to something entirely debatable. Hell, a lot of discussion. I should stop and concentrate on the tea. See you later. Bye.

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Walking through a lonely street

walking through a lonely street

Treading down a road, with no one to hold hands,

With no one to open the doors, into their home of talks.

Still, you kept treading softly,

Crushing the weathered and lonely, fallen leaves,

And they whispered to you,

With that every step, you took in return.

Yes, believe me, that’s the story. That’s the story of all those persons, who once felt lonely but kept interacting with all the things that hadn’t meant much to them, earlier. Maybe we all forget to see the “lots” that remain silent while we keep dancing on this busy thread of life.

So, my friend, to feel lonely doesn’t mean to be alone. It’s like a gift, that you got unknowingly; when you suddenly feel that people don’t care for you or don’t try to feel, what’s going on inside of you. So, eventually, you got a time for introspection and to add more dimensions to your life.  The warmth of the coffee cup, that was forgotten long ago, has now found a way to resonate with your thoughts. The sound of the dripping rain drops, has now started to have a relaxing effect on you. With this, all the small things that went unnoticed, started becoming a part of your life and kept telling you that, what you say to be “lonely” is just an “escape” for you, to once again take a moment, to enjoy things differently.

Last of all, maybe it’s looking like, you’re missing those talks and your companies, but believe me, when this void gets filled up once again, you’re going to miss these days. It’s just came as a balance, not as another exception. And, it’s also okay to feel lonely when you’re among many. Feeling isolated even from the loved ones, are also normal for this time being. Just don’t fight with what you feel. And they will settle.

These days, you may think of giving up on all your hopes, that you had accumulated once. So, let me tell you one thing; Nothing has actually changed. Everything has its own way to fall in its place. You just have to wait and live through these days, which again, are nothing different from the earlier ones. Maybe it’s another season of your life. And who knows, you may understand something beautiful while trying to find solace in this loneliness.

Everything that happens, can affect you, only according to your perceptions and acceptance. This time is a part of your life, with many things to learn.

So maybe, grab a pen and start filling all the blank pages, with the words that you feel now and believe me, soon you will call yourself happy.


And at the end, enjoy yourself with the below attached video, (By Jonny Sun)

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Unknown But Intimate.

unknown but intimate

Tangled are my thoughts in a way that can be matched or to a certain extent, can be related, with the tangled wires of my earphones. For some reasons, I’m feeling a subtle temptation of not gathering any other analogues that may appear more relatable to the current situation, I am in. A constant murmuring is coming inside my ears through the earphones. Murmurs of the characters in the newly released web series, “Bandish Bandits”, exclusively on Prime Videos. Am I in a bit of confused kind of state? Maybe I am or maybe not! It appears that my confusion has induced an inability to answer even this sort of question. Again, it’s possible that this notion of confusion is the real confusion.  But, nothing to worry. I have no intention of bothering you with my confusions and for some reasons, I believe that, you also don’t have any cause or interest of thinking about my confusions. And I don’t even expect you to do that. Why would you? Grab your snacks or Netflix and chill. Oh sorry! I jumped to Netflix from prime videos. Not legit, right?  But I think it is, as most probably you’re having both subscriptions. But, please don’t think, in some way I’m trying to intensify or instill some sort of hatred in these arguments. No, not all. I mean, I do believe, that I get inclined to some sort of judgmental issues, but it doesn’t mean, I don’t ever get cheerful while writing. I do. Rest is with you, and how you get involved with the words. The truth is, neither you nor do I, know anyone of us personally. Hence, the fact is inevitable that, none of us is actually going to get attached with the feelings that is currently seasoning our mood. Or, maybe you will; who knows?! Just ask yourself, is it not possible for someone to start thinking about someone else with whom one has never met or talked before? And I’m quite sure that you’re not going to neglect the possibility of it, however less it maybe. But, in case you are dwelling with the reasons for it to be impossible, just think about the hidden desires that possess you. How can something be someone’s desire, if one has never felt it with a certain level of intimacy? And if one has felt that, can’t we say that it is quite similar to having a real experience? So, in this realm of sure confusions, we can still give ourselves a justifiable reason of why is it possible to feel connected with someone, with a virtual existence relative to us. I know, Maybe, it is occurring in your mind that, feeling connected is possible but how can one get intimate with someone without seeing them? But, let me tell you. It is possible. It is possible to fall for the verses that resonate continuously inside your mind when you read them, or when you see the truths in them, that you too have witnessed. It is possible to fall for the poet who wrote those lines, harnessing the pain, he felt, while getting deceived by this world of pretendings. It is possible to fall for the poet, who chose words as his only medium, to convey his feelings, having found no one, who shall hear him with utmost attention. Believe me, it is possible. Will not take much of your time. Just thought to share some feelings. I do this, whenever I find a blank space. A void created inside always tries to suffice itself by filling everything that is left blank, with words, for someone to read or for someone to hear, without knowing who did. A void that is seeming to be irreplaceable day by day, with passing times. But still, enjoying these simple drops of rain fall and that are free. Enjoying the dying out warmth, of the mug containing the tea. And life goes on and keeps finding on the hopes to move forward. Oh! Sorry, it’s already time. Hope we meet some day. Till then, just remember, everything that you feel, is just a sapling that grew out from the already planted seed. It is never something, entirely influenced by something that’s outside.

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