Within My Mind?!

There we go - a long holiday (so-called) for the students of the institute. The fear of corona spreading, due to mass gathering led the institution to take this decision. We all could see within half an hour of the decision - the entire institute was aware of it. Even the Bengali students had started their packing, and even funnier some have already left the campus! Students were calling their parents, booking tickets, deciding whether to go or not to go. Amidst all this chaos I received a text message - "Why do you want to know my identity?" Well, I kind of expected this. The reason I thought might be the confession on the confession page, which drew the attention of almost half the sophomores of the department. Someone, French Curve, as the name goes - had written a confusing confession. It was about something which only me and my group of five boys knew exactly. The question that popped was - how could someone know in such detail? And for that very reason, we five ...

I Had To Leave Her Back, Somewhere After a long span, I came back to my home. Home, sweet home!  I was doing some assignments in the afternoon, and suddenly out of nowhere, my mother entered the home, with a small girl. The little child was too happy. Her incisors were indicative of the amount of happiness that she was feeling, meeting new people. I just smiled back - I was too busy completing the assignment.  "What had you for lunch?" asked my mother. "Water - rice" she replied and smiled. "Ony water-rice? Nothing else?" "No. Only water-rice" (How could someone have only water-rice as lunch? LOL!) "Ok, so tell me where did you live before coming back to our neighborhood?" "In Dhenkanal" "Where in Dhenkanal?" "There is a locality named Bhubaneswar in Dhenkanal, we lived there." (Dhenkanal is a different district in Odisha state. And Bhubaneswar is the capital. Bhubaneswar in Dhen...

Lost I was on the fifth floor. Morning time. I saw the wristwatch. Brown dull stripes. It was dust, or that was the design I have no idea. It was striking quarter past five. Does anyone wake up this early in the winters? I have seen none here. To introduce myself - I create suspense plots. I have a blog even, where I post these plots! I was wearing slippers, to be specific, bathroom slippers. I felt that the other hand contained a sanitizer, and I came out of oblivion. The mist had thickened. The buildings that were visible from the current stance were concealed in white. The winds though were quite lovable. It could definitely mean cold and cough, and I never wanted to catch any of those early in the semester. Four months are there, and I should reserve certain experiences to enjoy near the exam days if you feel what I mean?! The surrounding was becoming darker white. I wished for a miracle. I knew that it was a holiday. I found it quite difficult to retrace my steps back to m...

One-Sided Feelings "One more cloud joined them later. The face of a great girl, and she has a different place in my heart." Till now you must have realized that since the cloud that bore her face came last, thus she must have come in contact with me in recent times. I couldn't make much out of the sequence of events that occurred till I had the weird thought of walking the steps up to the roof and jump down. Thus I am penning my feelings down so that you all might help me to understand. If I remember correctly, it was in the month of late July that I accidentally met her. A beautiful face - thought at first glance. I had to meet one of my closest friends in the library. God knows, he is always late. No idea, how much I would have to wait today? She was quite focused on her laptop. I didn't want to break the ice. I just began doing my work. I opened my pen, and bang! There was my friend slamming my aching back.  Thirty minutes later, I received a call, and I had to...

Suicide, Should I? I could never forget that day. I think that was the lowest point of my life since I never have been hell depressed as I was in those days. I could perfectly remember, I was in the third semester. I was known by a few people inside the campus, and I 'believed' most of them had no care for what I was. Except for a fraction of those few, others would just put up a strenuous smile when they meet me, and before I could speak up or compile a sentence in my mind, they would have breezed past me. That day I decided to walk up the stairs till they end, and I had climbed ten stairs while I pondered on the above thoughts. Let me introduce myself a bit more in detail. I was the top scorer in academics after the end of the first year, and that had made possible to have a very confined and small group of friends. There was this rumor or something going around - this guy is hell serious, he has no life other than that with the books, laptop, and notes. If I would lo...

My son somehow got hold of the letter—the one from Dear Crush . He managed to understand the first six lines. I hadn’t wanted him to know, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hide what happened next from you all, either.

It’s a fine Monday morning. I was going through my old college books, which were covered with dust. I was searching for one to help my son understand a concept better. Suddenly, a letter slipped out. I picked it up. Something was scribbled on it— I suffered from a terrible toothache. I needed to see a doctor. Instead, I met a nurse. I told her about the pain. She listened and then walked away to call the doctor, leaving me with hope. But what remained? Me. My increasing pain. Nostalgia hit hard. To all my dearest people, I wish to share a glimpse of my thoughts from one evening—three days before I wrote this letter. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stood near the wall—specifically, in one corner of the floor—waiting. Just waiting for the people inside the HOD’s room to come out. I needed to get in for a signature. I had been in the department since five in the evening. It was nearly seven now. Oh gosh! How...