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Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there, He wasn’t there again today, I wish, I wish he’d go away…
When I came home last night at three, The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall, I couldn’t see him there at all! Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…
Last night I saw upon the stair, A little man who wasn’t there, He wasn’t there again today Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
- William Hughes Mearns

Antigonish is a small town in the peninsula of Nova Scotia, Canada. Apart from being picturesque, Antigonish has always been a centre of attraction for another reason - ghost legends. So many supernatural occurrences that rumoured to have taken place here over the years that made the town into a poltergeist hotspot. One of such ghost stories involved a man roaming on the stairs of a haunted house in the town. Inspired by the story, American poet William Hughes Mearns wrote a play named The Psyco-ed in 1899 for …

Quote of the Week

"And as he held her to him he knew that he wanted her more than anything on earth. So this, this misery, this aching longing agony - this was love!"

- Sparkling Cyanide| Agatha Christie

Sparkling Cyanide was first published in 1945 under the name of Remembered Death. One beautiful, young girl died at a dinner party at the dinner table surrounded by 5 other people. It was proven as a case of suicide at the court, but was it? Did Rosemary really commit suicide? Or somebody murdered her? Rosemary for remembrance it says. And her mysterious death wouldn't stop haunting the lives of the 5 other people who were there with her on that fretful evening, even after a year of the mishap. Agatha Christie was not only the queen of mystery. Very few could depict the complexities of human emotions and the very primitive nature of it so eloquently like Christie did. Sparkling Cyanide is an intriguing tale of love, infatuation, jealousy, betrayal, pride and of course, the primitive killer…


And then I looked outside my window,
through teary eyes
the sky was wearing
my favourite shade of blue
the rain had cleansed it.

You asked me last night
how much I loved you
I don't know how to
quantify love
I just know this much -
I feel the joy of seeing
my favourite colour
when I think of you.

Happy Chaos

For past one month I have been ignoring my blog like anything. To be honest, I’m feeling quite ashamed of myself about it. No matter what I am doing, I am hearing this little voice inside my head – admonishing me in a very low and soft tone. So is this how you repay your dear, old buddy who was always there when you were almost dying? Guilty as charged. A lot is happening around me. When I close my eyes, it is purely chaos. The thoughts are too many in number and too erratic to tame and give them a proper shape.
When I first started this blog, I was a broken human being. The pain was so unbearable that I needed to channelise it to something positive. One of the best decisions I have ever taken in my blunder-infested humiliating life. And now three years later, suddenly that pain is gone and I’m somehow stuck in a limbo – not being able to figure out how to react to this newfound ray of happiness in my life. I had forgotten many of the feelings that I am experiencing once again. Now t…

Bodega Cantina Y bar

Bodega is a Spanish word that means a cellar or shop selling wine and food. Bodega Cantina Y bar is the new addition to the gastronomical galaxy of Park Street. Whenever we plan to eat outside, we inevitably end up in Park Street and then choose either Mocambo or Tung Fong or Bar B Q. Ok we never go to Peter Cat. I would rather eat suspicious looking Dimer jhol ar bhaat (egg curry and rice) at Joy Maa Tara Pice Hotel rather than stand in that meaningless, superficial queue and put up with their arrogant-ass maitre d'hotel. This time I suggested that we should give this new place a go.
It was Saturday. It was past 8. Obviously the restaurant part was already full. So we sat at the bar, which was downstairs. We did not enjoy climbing on those tall bar stools; S almost tripped off his stool once. I was clutching the table with my dear life, so I was spared the catastrophe.

I am no expert at describing interior designing of a place, but I liked the glow sign board near the entrance …

Quote of the Week

“I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.” 

—Truman Capote, In Cold Blood

Truman Capote was an American author, screenwriter, playwright, most famous for his novella Breakfast at Tiffany's. In Cold Blood: A True Account of a Multiple Murder and Its Consequences is a non-fiction, true crime novel based on the 1959 murders of a family in Holcomb, Kansas. Till date it is the second-biggest-selling true crime book in the world.

Salvation Time

My father always says that fate and destiny shape a person’s life. No matter how hard you try, you will only get what has been allocated to you the very moment you breathed your first. My relationship with both of my parents has always been a turbulent one. We have our differences, sometimes rather strong ones that often lead to civil war type situations. Honestly I used to think man shapes his own destiny. And I couldn’t help feeling a hint of resentment towards my father for being so ‘pansy’. Until now.
The month of May has been the single most interesting month in my life since year 2013. And oh boy, that was one fretful year. I wouldn’t use the word ‘worst’ as the gods might take it as a competition and start throwing some more ‘challenges’ at my path. Aren’t I just mortified of living sometimes?

For a very long time I almost believed that I was never going to feel alive again. Things would never change. And I would forever be a part of this infinite loop. I had started to believ…