Park Street after sundown has its own charm. Especially when the evening is spent at Kolkata’s fabled watering hole— Oly Pub, laced with munificent helpings of vodka and mindless conversation with fellow oxymorons. When alcohol makes a Russian out of you,
everything you can imagine is real! And you don’t need Picasso to endorse that.
I sat across the table staring at her.
It’s fascinating to observe someone you know really well, fall in love— every action, every syllable betraying her emotion. It’s even more intriguing if the person is as practical as she is; trying to relegate matters of heart beyond the realm of daily and mundane!
‘Flashback, warm nights
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after—
…..the second hand unwinds’
The drunken din at Oly can be overtly annoying but strangely envelopes you with a sense of anonymity that is a rarity in Kolkata. In the pensive solitude I realised I wasn’t jealous anymore! I was happy for her. I had moved on. Sometimes giving up just means that you are strong enough to let it go.......
So here is to taking another step, risking it all...again and growing bald, battered and wise in the journey of life!
Sketch : Yours Truly
