An Absence In A Chaos.......(essay)

 I shall be incorporating my bengali scribbles all written in English for all my friends and especially those who cannot read Bangla yet can speak and understand.


"Jhoro jhoro borishe Bari dhara
 Hai pothobashi....Hai gotiheeno.....Hai grihohara" 

It's been raining since three days now......What started as a surprise shower...Brought back the losing spring chill into the air.....While young and old argued global warming over steaming mud cups of tea and bakery biscuits.....Some simply resorted to the thrill of the wicked shiver of the down pour.

While the boshonto Utsav being right around the corner....Children gearing up with the latest spray guns and Gariahat selling all the variable colours to add the galore of the much awaited Holi.....The rain remains totally unaccounted for.....Yet people seem glad.....The deities recieving happy whole hearted head bows and prayers for the chills to last a little longer before the blasting summer turns the big bad goon and talk of the town.

It pours......and pours..... the​ clinking rain drops against the windows....The gushes on the road ......The shed curtains of water making visibility a difficult proposition .....the droplets ensuring cabbies dare loose their concentration while playing merrily on the windshield " I make u sit on the edge" game.

Looking out the window the drops against the pane making various shapes of spiders....Sliding against another to form a letter......Slipping to join make an animal.....Unmindful made me hum the lines.

A face makes a happy appearance and leaves with every blaring headlight illuminating the droplets into shining trinkets......A dazzle and gone!!!....Again the face among the faded darkness half lit, smiling....."kemon acho"....A wicked taunting smirk that gorges into a throaty giggle.

Sitting here by the window.....Still recovering from the cold feet that the dirty cold water happily gulfed into my shoes....A steaming cup of tea.....Such a contrast against the pouring coolness against the steaming aromatic waves.....Each daring the other from the either side of the window glass....Then both suddenly conspiring to bring my favorite memory back.....".Ki go chokotti".....and the throaty giggle......I smile aimlessly sipping on the steaming cup.....Embracing myself in an absent hug....Against a warm pot belly....."boroder bhurite haat dite nei"......I laugh this time.....Blowing much steam altogether over the cup to form a cloud in the rain cleared glass......An unmindful finger simply scribbled childishly....."miss you......"