Barandaye roddur :)

I am traveling after almost five months- in many ways I was looking forward to my solo time. Gives me time to read,watch movies till midnight, introspect and feel free.....
The best thing about this apartment is the veranda...which is spacious and looks into a patch of overgrown greenery. I have been spending hours here, sipping my morning coffee while checking the whatsapp and the chat group " Furiye elo bela ...." and in the evening working on the assignments over my cup of tea. I watch the rains at night falling in sheets and the glistening greens in the morning .
Back in Kolkata I miss the "baranda"...of course, Mainak has a "baranda" with an awesome view, but I do not live there ! And the place where I stay , I honestly do not have the time to take in the laziness of the solitude as each second is a race with time !
Race with time , when I think about that I feel I am tired, the finishing line has lost it's charm...I just want to run the other way , the other track and not think of what will happen.
Recently I connected with my school friends over a lunch date....and we formed a group where we talk about anything under the sun- the raucous , the inane and the serious. It is like connecting with your past with an aplomb...
Age has made me look at friendship with skepticism- you make friends, be a part of their lives and then the connection snaps ! Very few friendships last and the ones from school survive probably because of the collective memory of happiness and pain !
Ah the veranda...made me come back to my blog after ages.....
When I am really old I would love to have a veranda with a rocking chair....and reminisce about the times gone by...

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