Strangers.

You will never gonna guess it

If they were lovers last summer

You will never gonna guess it

If they used to be perfect for each other

Even they themselves are amazed

How beautifully they are pretending to be strangers!

------------------Mandrika Sarkar

The Jasmine Tree

Years ago, we had a Jasmine tree at home. It started as a small sapling when we were kids and grew into a large creeper climbing the 2nd floor of our house giving lots of fragrant flowers which caught the attention of the whole colony and people couldn't keep their hands off the flowers when dusk fell. It connected to us in a serene way, being with us through thick and thin, listening to me when i was alone at home, being a home to a sparrow's family when they still used to chirp in the mornings, being a good background when we clicked random pictures, silently with us. It almost substituted the idea of a pet. Every morning we opened our door to a lush green leafy tree during rainy season and the autumn made its leaves drop at our door step.

Now as i look back into the past, i feel nostalgic. We lost a friend, a pet, a companion, for circumstances inexplicable and random. When i brood over past, it brings beautiful memories to light, although its impossible to stay there forever. I must say, past is a place where you can go for, as a vacation, visit few places that brings you happiness and then come back to present. 

Its always amazing to recall those hands which wrote what the heart wanted to write, the fingers giving shape to the exquisite thoughts; the half filled coffee cup he sips and keeps aside, only to write the rest of the sentence of a story or an article and letting the hot coffee go cold which clearly annoyed me every single time; the twinkling stars i used to stare at and wonder if i could ever reach them when i was a child, the lonely lamp-post on the highway which illuminated its surroundings with the yellow light and made the leaves of the trees look golden yellow, forming a clear portrait of shadows which were occasionally disturbed by a speeding car or truck. 

One can treasure those moments and cherish them and be happy for it happened. My mom expressed her thoughts about missing that Jasmine tree. But when i asked her what she's gonna do now, she replied nonchalantly "just plant another one and hope it grows as the previous one did, filling our lives again with its fragrance."

Its HOPE. Hope that makes us look forward for what we want in our present. Hope that we could encounter those moments again and be blissful with those moments. Hope is  a powerful tool for someone who looks forward for things they want.

So i hope i get to see a new sapling of jasmine growing in our house when i go home for a summer vacation this year. 

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Sunday Morning Craziness!!

 So i was thinking candidly that i don't DO anything on Sundays. Especially Sunday mornings. I tried to remember what i used to do every Sunday, only to find that there's nothing exceptional about Sundays. So i took the book beside me (my birthday gift btw..yeah! i'm shamelessly flaunting about it.back off!!) and there's a pencil and tried to write a poem. But came out with this sketch. Without erasing, i used a lead-click pencil for the sketch(just so you know). And every time i wonder what i do on Sundays..i should be able to remember this. So this post is kinda self-inspirational. And yeah,i acknowledge that its not a 'really great piece of drawing', but i DID something okay! Enough of rant.
P.S. You can appreciate me definitely after seeing the sketch :P