Hey You !

  The first photo with the lady who named you. Amrita r  অ/ Bhaskar er ভ, made it অভ্র . I didn't mind, because it went with a name I had thought incase I had a daughter. Megha. And Abhra too meant cloud. And the photo was taken by a person who thought you were the only significant person in my life, other than him.  And next year you will be old.  So let life unfold!  Be blessed by strong women.  Well, you were the only guy born on 25.06.91@ Command Hospital,  After 7 wailing sirens.  Let the year turn around. And magic take place. Dear Batman, you are the best.  Happy birthday.

- So you are afraid to die?  - NO! Of course not! Ummm... Well yes! The 'how' scares me, more than the end!  And just realized Covid rhymes with morbid!!!!  Conversations need to change.  - So you are afraid to fall in love?  - NO! Of course not! Umm... Well yes! The 'how' scares me, more than the end!  See? Context changes perspective!  Watched Gulabo Sitabo. And we all have a 'Fatto' in us. If at 95 she could leave Mirza and elope, we all have hope!  Haveli is just a metaphor. Maybe it's a house, maybe it's our lives or maybe the present times.  Transient,  transitory and transformatory!  Loved the song and the movie.  Let there be laughter, let there be life At all times.  Even at these times.

On 27 th our buliding had a major fire due to lightning strike. In fact my friends said that if it had been while we were sleeping, by now we would be in the national news... Enjoying our two minutes of bytes.. From here or from eternity.  Anyway I live to tell a tale and watch the sky from my room. For a few days it was liberating. I went out beyond my apartment door and actually met people. Forgot about the covid scare, because the fire was devastating. Endured without electricity for 10 days. And learnt to live life with basic. Wasn't easy. Tempers were frayed, and the world outside meant sanitizing oneself till the skin peels off.  Coming back to usual. I decided to have my cook back. That's my least favorite chore.  Like I said, the fire was liberating. It left me with mental scars and a courage to face the scourge. 

There was something Hitchcockian about the clouds- dark, foreboding and mysterious.  After 10 days without lights and a lightning strike, clouds look scary.  Then again lightning does not strike in the same place a second time And fire though raged, left us unscathed. So we are ready for a, second life.