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Technically autumn is here with its little unperceptive nip in the air and dryness on our faces. The leaves are still there , maybe for Falling leaves... a few more weeks . Though in Kolkata  we have a long wait still for winter to set in.  Today I am stuck with empty seats, I go back to the park scene in Notting Hill and about June and Joseph - of a quiet companionship and of loving and leaving.  For many reasons I have a heavy heart and on top of that Chibu's holiday is over and as he chatted this afternoon, he said " I wish I did not have to go back !" Something that he hadn't said all this while.  The Puja at Mainak was mixed for me - I missed Baba and skipped "anjoli" and went with the flow. Mohua too shared similar feelings and Kaku was not there to compare the programs and Baba was not there to shout "Bolo Dugga Mai ki" at the top of his lungs for the Bhashan. Memories of another day. And life goes on. 

Acropolis  My tryst with Greece began at the age of 11, when we were introduced to the Legends of Greece and Rome by Mrs.Bhattacharya (Bhatta) The legends spun its web of imagination and managed to transport me to another world where Zeus ruled from the Olympus and was surrounded by men who looked as macho as Apollo and by  women who were brave and beautiful like Diana.   And then came a calendar picture of the Acropolis, with the majestic pillars of Parthenon on a sunset evening and my dreams found its wings. Honestly, I never thought I would see all this ever , because dreams are just dreams and I never acquired a passport till I turned 45 :) But like I said, some dreams come true,as I found myself walking up the steps of Acropolis to look up at the temple of Athena, that took 20 years to build and had seen destruction through the stages in civilization.  And to say the least I was disappointed !! The climb was arduous with my arthritic knee and the gu...

With everyone writing a story , I just wanted to take a break from my usual "rochona"s and write a story :) How would it begin ? Maybe on an evening like this...when she suddenly notices the sunset through the broken window of the staircase and takes her mobile out to catch the splintering rays on the alley. Her vision is blocked by this figure obstructing her picture  frame and she exclaims "Ahrghh!"The figure looks up from his phone and their eyes meet :P! How corny can I get ? But corny stories sell....So.... T heir eyes meet, and the sunset disintegrates into a million hazy pixels on the phone screen . He realizes that he has done something wrong from the expression and to make things right, smiles..... But what happens after that ? Do they meet over coffee or is it that go their way ? Writers' block..... I miss Chibu at these times - he would either laugh away my plot into a thousand smithereens of convoluted laughter or blow it into the rings of smok...