The Bengali Chic

I like a slow life.  A life which feels like floating in the lake on a summer noon. A life which drifts like a stream through the rough terrain. I like a calm life. Calm like the sea before a storm, Calm like the lilac sky on a spring evening. I fancy a mellow life. Mellow like the sound of rain on a midsummer night. Soothing like the sound of wind brushing though the leaves of tree in the park, while I lay on the grass reading my book.  I live a mellifluous life. A smooth gently swaying kind. A life which stops to admire the crowd. A life that sips tea sitting in the most beautiful cafe. A life which feels about enough on the most tiring days, Yet too fulfilling on the good days. A life curated by me.  Pritha Krishna

Hither goes my mind in full disparity of the reality, I assume it's not my thoughts of humanity, which keeps me distracted of this being. Hither goes my mind of the thought of life,  how frail does it look from my eyes with a crowd surrounding me? I feel no pleasure of this moment, I feel no pain of this misery, All I feel is nothingness of my presence in this universe, where you & I coexist. Must I bear with me this heavy weight of being nothing, Must I endure the void of my absolute uselessness, Till the meaning finds its way to me. Pritha Krishna

The lights were beaming as we walk hand in hand in Soho. The crowd so lively, felt like the town was alive, breathing on its own; We booked a table for two at the corner Pizza express cafe by the Soho Square.  Smiling unnoticeably to the presence of one another, while seated for dinner, face to face with delight embracing our reality with every breath and every statement we exchange. The conversation flew from hour to the hour and I could feel the warmth in his gaze, the smile was pure bliss for he enjoyed my chatty self. His pure indulgence to my words was exciting, it made my cheeks blush, I was feeling warmer than usual, more anxious but in a good way, the way you know you're being admired by someone.  My un-noticed self was getting the attention of the world, it almost felt surreal, I could feel the confidence flowing through my skin. I love how he makes me feel, is what I could think of in that moment.  Oh I love being cherished, who doesn't. Punish me if I defy the ...

Vividly wild it was to meet her. Her lips painted grudge brown, blue streaks in her pitch black hair stood out like crevices emanating light amidst the clouds. The amber in her eyes were brought out from the blue eyeliner she had on.  She sat across me on the couch, not taking any notice of the spellbound stupor that I fell in, by simply gazing at her.  She adjusted the crop jacket she had on. Green; I would have liked red on her. Was she aware of it ?  I reprimanded myself internally and asked her if she’d like some coffee. She looked at me, unconsciously biting her lower lip and said , “If you’re making it, then sure.” I could barely take my eyes off of her. Has she always been this beautiful ? Her doe eyes, with her eyeliner embarking on the subtle crease of her eye, almost aligning with the brown birth mark that she has always had on her face, right above her eyebrows.  Amidst reminiscing the days of the past and enjoying her presence, I felt her slowly hunching ...

Like a distant memory,  It seems a little faded away, The warmth of the skin, And the smirk of joy on his face. How can I forget those splendid moments? The thumb pressing through my shoulders; The fingers twirling my hair; The shine in the eyes, The legs pressing my thighs.  Like he owned every inch of me; Through my skin; To my lips. Like a prolonged chain of reactions aroused, With his hands on my thigh. It's the touch of his skin; That keeps me calm; It's the warmth in his eyes, That keeps me bright. The way his lips turn into a smile, Whenever I pass by, The way his face glows up like the sky, Whenever I stand by his side. It's the touch of his presence,  Beside my body, That helps me breathe. It's his hand on my waist, That keeps me from falling.  The way he holds my hand, As we walk to my house, Like my cells sending messages, "Please don't let this die". I wonder if it's him, That I'm crazy about, Or is it his unfettered kindness, That tell...

How often do we undergo self-realization? For you, I don't know but for me, I try to self analyze myself every day as to how kind or evil I have been. And to my utmost truthfulness, it turns out that I'm a sensitive person.  I reckon how I've listened to numerous stories of other's success and heartbreaks. But very rarely I see people express themselves in words when they're in love. I find it rather foolish to define pain with such sincerity and just hide away the happiness and butterflies of being in love.  I remember asking my late grandma whether she loved grandpa (nana ji). And I was waiting for an extraordinary reply but to my surprise, her answer was rather very satisfying. She told me that she didn't find the reason to label the feelings she had for grandpa as Love, for it felt very restricting. She said, what she felt for grandpa was affection, care, concern, trust, respect, anger and whatnot. But despite a mixture of such feelings she was very well ass...

6:30am- Her phone rang continuously in a row while she slept like she hasn't slept for a week. After 25mins she realised that her phone has been ringing. She peeked in the phone with one eye open and the brightness killing the little sleep in the corner of her eyes. 12 missed calls from 💗. She called back, "Hello" (in a sleepy distorted voice). From the other side, "Dude, I have been calling you for decades, I came to meet you, I'm going to the Maggie point, will be back in 20mins, better be ready at the college gate." (Call cuts) She is trying to figure out what just happened. Kept the phone aside and slept.  5 mins later, "Shit, he is coming!!" Talking to herself she hurried out of the bed, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Trying to fix her hair she zoned out.  * Flashback * Thinking about the last time how she had oil in her hair and wearing pyjamas she walked to meet him and he still so adored by her couldn't stop but pull her cheeks...