Kolkata: The Selfish City

Kolkata is very selfish. She takes away a lot from you, more than it ever gives back. Every tiny secret you have, she knows, every bit of love you felt, every little heartbreak and the apparent closures, she knows about every single lie. You are the one who tells her everything. She just makes sure… Continue reading Kolkata: The Selfish City

Sitting at the café, Alone

Sitting at the café, Alone I wonder, waiting, The only thing in my hands now Is a cup of tea, getting cold. Why do I not love you anymore? Why do I not look at the door and expect You’d come back, today, tomorrow, this week? Why are my senses going numb so? I see… Continue reading Sitting at the café, Alone