The Bengali Chic

Let me write for you tonight, As the silent night echoes.  The tear drops rolling down my cheeks, & the silence consumes me as the clock ticks by. Let me write about you, How you were the heaven I walked in, With my darkest shadows following behind, You humbled me with your smile. Let me write about the time, I lived the life of my dream, The dreams were of you, reaching out for my hand, As we climbed through the hill of meadows, Like a wildflower you grew on me, On the parts of my life that I left behind. Let me write about the love, That you made me feel,  The love that consumed all of my fears, And I walked through the glowing paths of heaven, With you waving from behind at the start of what I called life. Pritha Krishna

We didn’t break. There was no loud goodbye, no slammed door, no final breath of rage. Just space widening like a tide we forgot to swim against. You still smiled, but not the same way. Your words still came, but later, and lighter. Like you were learning how to say less of me.  I reached across the distance with laughter, with softness, with the version of me you used to crave. But you held your silence like a shield; and I, not knowing where it hurt, could not press gently enough. Now we are two familiar strangers, still shaped by each other, but fading from the frame. And the saddest part is; no one was cruel. We just stopped arriving  at the same time.  Pritha Krishna

Like a breath of fresh air, it entered my life quietly  and stayed. It stirred my wants awake, lit rooms in me I didn’t know were dark. Things I’d never named as need began to knock, again and again, until they lived in my thoughts. The want to reach, to have- like thirst in the middle of the sea: water everywhere, not a drop that satisfies. Blessed with abundance, yet hollow. Achieving everything, yet somehow consumed by what was missing. There is a feeling that turns your stomach into a question, that makes hunger out of fullness- you eat to the brim and still feel a void chewing from inside. Joy, too, becomes a chase: you hold it, and it slips into purpose. Happiness arrives with tears, and even when it fills you, something keeps asking for more.  This is how consuming works perhaps, not the lack of having, but the having without lacking. Everything you dreamed of in your hands, and still a restlessness gnawing at their worth. Is it mea...

It began with conversations; the kind that arrive unannounced, spoken by strangers who never meant to stay. Stories rooted in compassion for the world and its people, told by some weathered by half a century of living, and others still learning how to look at society without flinching. I moved through crowded streets that never remembered my name, along beaches where footsteps dissolved behind me. I swam through salt-thick waters and crossed quiet bridges of feeling, traveling not toward a destination but away from a restlessness I could not name; hoping meaning might surface long enough to feel like fulfillment. Along the way, I met people who left impressions deeper than time allowed: untethered connections born of late conversations, of laughter shared without promises, brief, radiant, and unrepeatable. Now, what lingers is what always does; happiness slipping like sand through open hands, tan lines fading where the sun once held me. My eyes remember what m...

She rested her chin on his chest and slowly touching the fine line near his eyes said, “I wish time would stop.” He turned his face in the opposite direction & took a big sigh. Sensing his discomfort she moved her chin from his chest and lay on her back looking at the ceiling. “I’m sorry but I’m scared of emotions and I don’t want to say the wrong thing.”, Eliza said, turning towards her. Lily was aware of the history but the timing was never right for them, not three years back, and not now either. “Don’t worry, I’m seeing someone else, so nothing will happen between us.”, lily replied. She then jolted off the bed and started dressing up, “I’m gonna be late now, I should leave.”, she said. Colder than ever her voice sounded but tears accumulated in her eyes. Eliza was shocked processing all the information. He wanted her to stay but felt hurt knowing she was already with someone else. He walked her to the lift,   Lily turned back giving him a kiss. She kept her eyes closed as ...