Miss. Eloquent

  "এমন দেশটি কোথাও খুঁজে পাবে নাকো তুমি।" The air I am breathing today is the same old one. But there is something new too, yes the smell of freedom. The birds on the trees are cooing, there is a sweet silence prevailing amidst the clouds, and our freedom can be heard decibles louder than the heartbeats of the leaders wading through the crowds. Today feels like a Kishore Kumar's song your father sang to you as a kid but now you only remember the faint tunes of it.  Today is India's 77th Independence Day. So, we have a very special guest accompanying us in this auspicious day--- our beloved Maa aka Mother India. *throws rose petals* Adrika:  It is my privilege to interview you. Let's start with the questions. But before we dive into the topics, may I ask – how are you feeling today, Maa, seeing your daughter take an interview? India: Oh, dear Adrika, you've touched a chord there. It's like watching my little girl put on her grown-up shoes for the first time

I had this conversation with my bestie. So I had to write. But yeah, I missed my blog too. She: You literally have written poem about a chalk to our teachers, but NONE ABOUT ME? And you still dare to use my Victoria Secret?! Me: *unable to process the magnitude of the sentence* Uho . I'll surely write one. *sprays some more in the bag too* She: *intense glaring..trynna be the sasta version of my mother* Better hurry up otherwise you can't touch that perfume ever. I  "literally" mean it! And weeks passed and passed. I finally wrote it. Not because of her, obviously for my precious Victoria Secret. Lame me. So here I present you that piece of poem which have every strings attached. The sun shines again after the storm outside the little apartment in Kolkata,  windows wide open, I stand in there, filling my eyes with first shower of sunrays,  I see that windchime making a soft tune,  “forever” etched lightly in it.  And memories flushed.  Do you remember it?  Two hands