Foreword: 25th may 2009; it was my brother's birthday. Everyone went to sleep early, because there was nothing to do in the dark. I had slept all day. So, I was awake all night. Aila had hit Durgapur at night, after ravaging Kolkata in the daytime. Till my exasperation, I rang up my ex. I didn't talk though! Later , when the emptiness was unbearable, I took out the pen and the copy. I did not have my dear Microsoft Word, so the lack of "substance".
Imprisoned indoor, no electricity
Outdoors, a storm was blowing the city.
Can't go out, have to stay home
Can't go out with aila on the roam:
Uprooted trees, away blew things
Broke the glass, tore hangings,
Crashed and crushed cars on road
Another crisis...to vouch for votes!
The wireless screeching it out all
Echoing in the walls of the hall
Oh how hard it is to be alone!
With no t.v, nor the phone,
Nor the computer, nor music
Boredom could make one sick.
None to talk to, none so near
Nothing to do is hard to bear!
Tales from bygone days, part two
4 days ago