Supratim's World

  Dear friends, In this world, one thing is constant, and that is change. Once said that who dare to change they perish. We will not perish, we will flourish with your love and support. To bring more life and colour to our blog. We migrate to our new website. https://www.supratimsworld.com/ Hence fourth all the new post will come at this new address only. I therefore request you, to please save this address for all future reference. I hope you all have a much better experience to read, interact & express your views over the new site.  looking forward to see you at there. Till then, au revoir.  Best Regards Supratim Sarkar E - Mail: supratimsworld@protonmail.com

 

  Nothing is constant in this universe. Everything in this world keep on changing with time. Even a stench of raw soil also changes time to time. The smell of a same land in a sun scorch summer afternoon transformed when first rain drops of monsoon kissed it. That is a completely distinct scent of the same primal dust. That odour has resemblance to an aroma which normally a new-born baby has. Each human being has a very different odour from each other. Anny senses it with her each customer, yet they try hard to cover it up with cheap perfume, a strong after shave lotion or by just a cigarette. Still, Anny gets it every time. Maybe this is the stench of their souls, our souls. That smell comes from the beneath of our skin, our bones, probably from much deeper space, dark & cold. Anny feels this since her childhood. Her father all the time scents like a half boiled fresh new rice. This scent comes when new unrefined rice comes out from the husk and boiled in scalding water. That Arom

T he sound of this apartment’s calling bell is a little irritating. At least, Vidyut thinks so. The sound of the bell is neither soothing nor musical, as now a day we normally hear. This bell has a weird sound of an old mechanical one, noisy & annoying.   It was Isha’s choice. Her choices are always like this, unique. It is screaming. Vidyut is watching news on the TV by putting his body in a half lying state. Vidyut looks at the wall clock, it is half past ten. He is a little surprised. No one is supposed to come today, and not at least this time. He walks towards the main door in lazy steps. Other side of the peephole is completely dark, nothing is visible. So many times, Vidyut complained to the caretaker of this housing society for the ceiling light. This light has a peculiar nature. It provides light, as per its wishes. Vidyut again tries to see through the peephole, this time fortunately light is on. It is Isha. He is astonished by seeing Isha over there. A stiffness naturall