A little bit of Shayari!

   It was mid-summer when I was returning home from my job interview. Kolkata, home. I had missed the morning train, so I had to take an afternoon train. It was hot. Everybody on the platform was perspiring. Luckily, I got the window seat. At that time I was blind. I had a couple of contact lenses earlier, but they weren't for me. So I had decided to get a pair of new glasses once I return home. Not to mention, but I had a pair buried under my stuff in my handbag. But those glasses didn't work wonders. I did not have the perfect vision with those but it was blurry. And without the glasses, I couldn't make out anything.    While I was sitting by the window, Dada shouted from outside,' Arjun, traveling without eyes is already hard. don't make it harder. Once you reach Kolkata, the hospital will manage. Come on, wear those pair of glasses that you have.' I did not mind him. The glasses are buried under all my things. It's not safe to unpack stuff while travelin...

A Little Bit Older. Once upon a time, there lived a girl who had it all. Loving parents, caring grandparents, and funny siblings. Bit not all of her siblings were funny. There was a sister who was not funny at all. She (as said by the little girl) used to get on her nerves! At least for her, she was really annoying. But as the only loving elder sister that the little sister had, she could not do anything but stay silent. And every time the little sister would visit, the little girl and the little sister 'must' have a fight.    Actually, the little sister was also in a way the little girl's aunt! She did not really care about the tangled relationships of her family. She only knew that she belonged to one. The little girl called her little sister and/or aunt "Little Aunt". It was a funny name. But the little girl had been calling her by that name from when she was really little. So she didn't care anymore about it being funny anyway.     But as she was growing o...

A Little Hunt for Me. Suddenly everything changed. I found myself realising the vastness of the grassland that lay in front of me. I knew the greatness of the mango tree; I could feel the delicacy of the Gulmohar; I felt the fire blazing flies  as they glided through the long green grass. I found myself, but everything went back to 'normal'! The grassland began to look unimportant. Like a small empty place in the crowded world, The forbidden place, forbidden by all other places. The mango tree shrank until it was just a Mango Tree. Only the Gulmohar remained delicate. It was the only natural element that was still accepted by the unnatural. Presenting itself in Birthdays and Funerals. Possessing orange and red  And also being delicate. I found myself again With amazed eyes, looking at the shadows Of my own bare feet Fighting against the light. Realising all that I had imagined earlier, was real and not imagined; The grassland was vast. The mango tree was great; And the Gulmoha...

She heard the news. Good or bad? It's up to you...

'The ripe one, pick the ripe one', shouted Ahan, a tall, loquacious boy of thirteen. He was addressing Ranbir who was trying his best balancing on the thickest branch of the station's mango tree. Ranbir was a muscular, dark boy, slightly elder than Ahan. He was new in town and Ahan was his first companion. The boys were trying to pick some mangoes before the station master could catch them. The station was a forbidden area. No one actually cared about it. Only the small group of people cared who lived in the small town just opposite to the station. Ahan and Ranbir were from that little town. 'I know what I'm doing. It's just early summer so how do you expect juicy, ripe fruits at this time? Just shut your mouth.', replied Ranbir sourly. Ahan, being annoyed turned to the other side and shouted again. 'Is that Baaz? Hey Baaz! Care for some ripe mangoes?' cried Ahan. When Ranbir heard about the ripe mangoes, he nodded in disbelief.  Baaz, an emaciated b...

Hi, I'm Shayari. I am born and raised in India. I am a high schooler at Carmel and this is my first blog. I'm a Bengali girl and I love and live in Kolkata. I've been here my entire  life. This blog is for me to connect to you so that I can at least try to bring a smile to your face. And I believe that I can bring myself to feel good when I can make someone happy by just being myself.💗